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Have you heard the soft laughter of a child turn cold? Waken by the slight movement of unknown origin?
There assassin amongst us and your lucky to survive those who we trained at birth that death is light.
There monsters amongst us, with pretty faces. Some as innocent looking as a daisy covered in blood, other as exotic as a enchanted rose. Some majestic as the northern winds above the ocean waves, some awkward and clumsy till they fight to the death for there goals and mischief to be complete.
There the assassin of desert, children of the goddess of death and messages of vengeance
The guards of the eastern tribes of old