my mouth is like leather around a tongue feeling of stone and my flesh hangs loosely from my deteriorating bones it's so dark i'm engulfed in the deep my muscles are stiff from my head to my feet the skin on my body that once was so soft began decaying into nothing when my light turned off but the light comes to me and i awaken with rage as my body is ressurected by the blackest dark mage a zombie i walk an eternal servant to my master he speaks of dark things he speaks of disaster many of my kind the zombie like creatures are rotting like me with hideous features spreading fear and terror through out the lands viciously killing the scum that god called man but one day in battle a hero did come a mage of light from the kingdom of Trum his army was fierce true warriors indeed we battled to the death but did not succeed only the two mages hurt and in pain battled to the death with everything to gain the battle was strong and the dark mage was beaten but he called up one last zombie and the two mages were eaten the land became peaceful for a long time to come but if a person thinks peace lasts then that person is dumb |
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