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Ben's heart heated faster than it had ever before.
His breath spiked.
This was it.
He would have to take a chance.
Ben stood still, sensing the ground beneath him. His heart racing, he stomped on the ground, raising the mass of iron beneath him. He felt the ore, asked its permission, and without hesitation, plunged his hand into the ore, and pulled out the rough figure of a sword.
This would have to do.
Ben, now armed, raced towards the bushes, and forced his sword forward.
...nothing.
He pushed the bushes apart  and found a young wolf standing before him.
Brushing the sweat off his head, he befriended it.
The wolf seemed to hesitate, scanning the person before him, before turning towards the forest.

"Follow me." It seemed to say.

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