A Hunter's Tale
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Every hero has his or her beginings. Whether they were sold into slavery or they were the children of the mighty gods, every hero has their start. I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a hero; I'd done my fair share of killing over the years for reasons good, bad, and of my own intentions. I just wanted to be alone, to live by myself in a place where no one could control me. Yeah right. I should be so lucky.
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