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I run and run. I train and train. I stab and I shoot. I fly through the sky. They call me Ghost Reflection. They call me Ο χειρότερος εφιάλτης. They don't even get to say good bye.
I look through the Autumn leaves of the forest as I take aim with my bow, and with flawless precision it strikes my target. He goes down with out a word, and everyone is wondering where the obsidian arrow came from.
Hello, Mickey312 here. THIS STORY WILL NOT UPDATE FAST. BUT THE CHAPTERS WILL BE ON THE LONGER SIDE FOR ME. So this is the prologue of Rewriting History. Comment and tell me if you want me to expand on the prologue. Even Though I can't make it too long, I will start the story sometime after I finish Lost. So comment and tell me what you think, and if you are excited to read the story!
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Rewriting History
ActionThere is a summary in the first part of the story! Read it!
