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 The market was crowded with people, mostly women. The sun beamed hot and bright that day, no breeze, no clouds. A boy wandered around looking for his pet cat, he stopped looking at a weird sales table. The area looked almost abandoned to him. His cat jumped up in his arms meowing. Jasper sighed with relief, " thank god you're ok. Next time don't run off like that."

A man came out with a tone of annoyance, " is that you're cat young man."

Jasper looked at him, " Yes sir she's my cat."

The man seemed off to Jasper so he went to walk away. The man laughed, " oh a tale so great you want to hear yes? That is why you've come? To hear thy tale of love and triumph?"

Jasper turned to face him once more curious, " what tale?"

" A tale of a young lad' like yourself"

Jasper wanted to hear this tale but was not willing to trust the man's words so he sat outside of his sales table, " I will listen to the story but I will come no closer for you smell of rum."

The man smiled then cleared his throat, " A long time ago........"

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there lived a world with dragons and kingdoms. Any animal existed really, they all lived in peace until one day a kingdom lost its queen. Her two sons were different in both ways, even though they were twins. One ran off and was reckless, while the other was responsible and never left the walls of the kingdom. The youngest was always fit for the throne. 

A couple years after their mothers death, the oldest son didn't return one night. Everyone knew he was dead for how dangerous the forest was. It was saturated with monsters of scales and fur. Many knew he would never return, except his brother Storm. Storm waited at the castle gates every night waiting for him to come home. Everyday he would repeat his routine of waiting there.

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