FORBIDDEN
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The world now only new darkness and cold, running from one pace to other keeping hidden to stay alive you didn't dare wander off where you weren't familiar, never looking up in fear of other things lurking to take you. You ran, you kept your head low and your mouth shut. These were the days of new creatures and different ways. Dark times, days of sorrow and pain, days where we never knew what was yet to come. Hope seemed so lost, despair and end of mankind only grew closer. Stories of creatures some say were saviors others described them and savages waiting to take you. I'd have to make my own assessment if I ever found my self face to face with these so-called "Real Legends". these were just stories for me ones to bring either hope or fear, either way, I wasn't about to let me guard down. Then he appeared and here we are!
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