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The Soul

It was a horrible thing to witness, they dragged him into the sand and shot him twice and left him for dead. Indeed he died. His body lay out in the open, a magical thing happened that night. Strange lights eminated from his body, he sat bolt upright and gasped.

He had no idea what had just happened. He did however remember the guys that had killed him. His priority was to exact revenge on them, but he was no killer. He found his way back to a safe place to sleep for the night.

He woke in the morning feeling like he had never slept, he ached everywhere. He went down into the town in a heavy disguise. He could hear the chatter sparking round the locals. Two men who had killed a foreigner in cold blood had been butchered that night.

This was only the beginning. Those strange lights had changed him for ever. When his body sleeps his soul wakes and exacts revenge.

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