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"It has been said, that an entire species of Native American, cutting edge and quick human beings, lived in a lovely valley in upper Nevada. The valley was rich with beautiful silver, and the Native Americans used it to make weapons, tools, and jewelry. So, they named their little home, Silver Valley. With their silver weapons, the Native Americans fought off all of their enemies until they had no more. They became a peaceful tribe, for all the other tribes knew they would be slaughtered if they tried to wage war on this tribe. Fierce and strong, these men and women lived on Silver Valley for hundreds of years. But one day, all at the same time, the Native Americans died. Many scientists believe that it was a plague that killed them, but they lived in a valley far away from any one else. What ever the killer was, it left the dead bodies of thousands of corpses, laying aimlessly on the cold ground. All, but two babies, were destroyed.
"How did the babies survive?"
"No one knows, my darling."
"Where are they now?"
"I am not sure, but there are rumors that the two children are still living in Silver Valley, seeking revenge on anyone who settles there."
"Why would they do that?"
"Because using that strategy, the Native Americans would eventually catch what killed their ancestors, what kept them from meeting their parents."
"Did they ever catch them?"
"No."

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