The boy and the shrowded figure fought for hours. Their swords clashed in a
seemingly endless pattern. The shrowded figure could sense his enemy growing weaker
the longer they fought. The boy’s arms where starting to feel like rubber as his strength
left him. Then he made a fatal mistake, the boy stumbled on a stone and fell down into the
void. The ghoul instantly jumped after him.
	Falling, it seemed like eterninty for the boy to hit bottom. Then, a cold sensation
enveloped his body as he hit the underground lake.
	Slowly the boys body rose to the surfaace, the oxygen instantly jumpstarted his
body he quickly swam to shore and waited. The foul creature of death landed silently in
the water still clutching it’s sword, it swam to shore and began to search for it’s prey.
	The boy was dieing, that much he knew. He was soaked and his clothes where
already begining to freeze. The boy blindly stumbled through the growing snow,
hypothermia was taking it’s tole his mind was slowly shutting down.
	In the distance the boy spotted a balckness moving against the greyish white
background. He tried to run but it was no use, the boy colapsed and waited for the ghoul
to approach. The evil figure drew his sword and before striking him down, the boy
mouthed just one word “why?”

-written sometime in late ‘00

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