The Tales of Cannet (or the stupidest account of this story you will ever read)

A Tale of Two Boys (who are different but exactly the same)

"How do I know you won't use this against me, the next time we go toe to toe?"

"Alexander, rumors only grow. And we both know what we know..."

- "We Know", 2015

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"And then..."

"...she turned around slowly..."

"AND BAM! THE MONSTER ATE HER FACE OFF!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Carlton fell over backwards, scared by Riley's story. It was late at night, and the campfire was getting more and more deserted.

"Seriously, that wasn't scary at all." Brian acted like an ass while eating his burnt marshmallow. "I think my senile grandma could come up with a better story than that."

"You have more dick in your personality than in your pants, Brian." Riley bit back.

The boys of Sea Gulch were all telling scary stories to one another, all while snacking on a bit of marshmallows Santana had found in the kitchen. Foster honestly didn't know why he hadn't left yet; he thought it was the marshmallows. Maybe it was that his body needed some sort of interaction. Alternatively, maybe it was funny to see Carlton run screaming after every story, no matter how crappy it was.

"Heh." Brian snickered, eating his 23rd marshmallow of the night, stealing from the other boys. He was a bastard, but it was all in harmless fun.

"Let's see, man..." Santana was also getting high off of marshmallows. "Who would like to share a story next? Carlton?"

"Hmmmm..." Carlton thought. "Once upon a time there was a bat. The bat died. The end. See? Now I don't have to tell a story!"

"Frank, you got one?"

"I can't tell a story for shit." Frank looked sad. "I'm only capable at telling something funny!"

"Then...guess it's just Brian, man."

Oho. Ohohohohoho. They have NO idea what they're in for.

"Well, you guys are in luck," Brian grabbed a marshmallow, as well as a flashlight he brought so he could get back safely. "I've got a doozy of a tale. It's called: The Tale of Ebony."

"Ebony?" Riley asked. "What's that?"

"This is a cautionary tale to treat others with respect." Brian nodded, turning the flashlight on. "Or else, you might end up as a pawn of the king..."

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The tale of Ebony is a story of grief, betrayal, and the utter loss of hope. It's not a happy story, and it will not make you feel warm inside. It features derogatory names, as well as violence. Do not wish for anything pleasant to happen to its characters; your wish won't come true in the end.

Back in 1933, there was a young boy, who we shall call Ebony. Ebony was in the original Sea Gulch Military School Class. And back then, it was even more hellish than it was now. Ebony was the heir to a mighty kingdom across the sea, but he was sent to the military school by his evil parents (mostly the evil queen, who never liked his guts).