*WhiteLotus stands in his dark gloomy house only lit by a fire unaware of the incoming assassin*
*he sighs and soeaks to himself*
"The pain of this wretched mind o' mine, I wish i could take it back but yet in a way keep it"
*he sits back as he smells the unusual scent of another pony*
*he thinks ~what pony has the guts to come here? They all fear me~*
*he stands grabbing his favorite knife thats taken hundreds of lives and stand breathing silently in the darkest corner of the room concentrating....waiting....*
To Be Continued......
