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Story: Arian was a commen blacksmith. He was born in a farm with his grandparrents, his mother and father Died in a war 1704. There was something different about the boy, ever since he was 13 he was acting most strange. He often walked around the Tomb stones, Reading there names and dates, his grandparrents were a little Taunted by this, since he did it for Weeks at a time. He kept running away to that Gloomy place, and sometimes it took Days to find him. The town often made fun of him when he went past for his stange behavior. All this left Arian quite Mortified. He allways seemed to feel better after Crafting a sword though. Or atleast he acted that way, but whenever he was alone in silence, he Sobbed at this. Now you must understand that he did have a Right to feel so. 1750, Arian is now a Tinkerer. He was often thinking about his loving Grandparrents. They were dead now, it had been 3 years. But still he kept Visiting the graves, and the village had just gotten worse to him... they thew Scraps at him, they jeered him, They hurt him, But he was too soft to Jeer back. 1803, Arian was Completely cheerless, eventuely he made a Stick and bush cabbin in the grave. He was glad to be near his Parrents and Grandparrents. One night there was a Raid, at first it seemed just like a normal Fire, but then the Trebuchates started Hurling rocks at them. Arian made a Dash for it, he was far away now and had mannaged to escape. He one day went back, but to his horror, the Entire village was in Ruins. He went to the grave yard to Praise to his Grandparrents. But much worse to his horror, the tombs were all destroyed, every single one was gone. Even the body's were no-where to be found. He just couldent stand up to his greif, he travelled for 196 mile's to a water fall, i 135 drop. He completely confidently leaped into it, glad that his depreshion would be no more. And at that he was dead and free of his cage of burdens. But he was awaken in a Spirite world, and there his quest was to fullfill a Mage of hope, confidence, and strength. Year 2015 he still lives on, happy, non-tormented, hopefull.
Story: Arian was a commen blacksmith. He was born in a farm with his grandparrents, his mother and father Died in a war 1704. There was something different about the boy, ever since he was 13 he was acting most strange. He often walked around the Tomb stones, Reading there names and dates, his grandparrents were a little Taunted by this, since he did it for Weeks at a time. He kept running away to that Gloomy place, and sometimes it took Days to find him. The town often made fun of him when he went past for his stange behavior. All this left Arian quite Mortified. He allways seemed to feel better after Crafting a sword though. Or atleast he acted that way, but whenever he was alone in silence, he Sobbed at this. Now you must understand that he did have a Right to feel so. 1750, Arian is now a Tinkerer. He was often thinking about his loving Grandparrents. They were dead now, it had been 3 years. But still he kept Visiting the graves, and the village had just gotten worse to him... they thew Scraps at him, they jeered him, They hurt him, But he was too soft to Jeer back. 1803, Arian was Completely cheerless, eventuely he made a Stick and bush cabbin in the grave. He was glad to be near his Parrents and Grandparrents. One night there was a Raid, at first it seemed just like a normal Fire, but then the Trebuchates started Hurling rocks at them. Arian made a Dash for it, he was far away now and had mannaged to escape. He one day went back, but to his horror, the Entire village was in Ruins. He went to the grave yard to Praise to his Grandparrents. But much worse to his horror, the tombs were all destroyed, every single one was gone. Even the body's were no-where to be found. He just couldent stand up to his greif, he travelled for 196 mile's to a water fall, i 135 drop. He completely confidently leaped into it, glad that his depreshion would be no more. And at that he was dead and free of his cage of burdens. But he was awaken in a Spirite world, and there his quest was to fullfill a Mage of hope, confidence, and strength. Year 2015 he still lives on, happy, non-tormented, hopefull.
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Arian was a common blacksmith. He was born on a farm with his grandparents, because his mother and father Died in a war 1704. There was something different about the boy, ever since he was 13 he was acting most strange. He often walked around the Tomb stones, reading their names and dates, his grandparrents were a little taunted ( provoke or challenge (someone) with insulting remarks.) by this, since he did it for weeks at a time.
He kept running away to that Gloomy place, and sometimes it took days to find him. The town often made fun of him when he went past for his stange behavior. All this left Arian mortified. He always seemed to feel better after crafting a sword though. Or atleast he acted that way, but whenever he was alone in silence, he Sobbed at this.
Now you must understand that he did have a right to feel so. 1750, Arian is now a Tinkerer. He was often thinking about his loving Grandparents. They were dead now, it had been 3 years. But still he kept visiting the graves, and the village had just gotten worse to him... they thew scraps at him, they jeered him, They hurt him, But he was too soft to jeer back. 1803, Arian was Completely cheerless, eventually he made a Stick and bush cabin near the graveyard. He was glad to be near his Parrents and Grandparrents. One night there was a raid, at first it seemed just like a normal fire, but then the Trebuchates started hurling rocks at him. Arian made a dash for it, he was far away now and had mannaged to escape.
He one day went back, but to his horror, the entire village was in ruins. He went to the grave yard to pray to his Grandparents. But much worse to his horror, the tombs were all destroyed, every single one was gone. Even the bodies were nowhere to be found. He just couldn't stand up to his grief, and traveled 195 miles to a waterfall, a 135 foot drop. He confidentally leaped into it, glad his depression would be no more. And so, he died, free of his cage and burdens. The Ruler of Sprite realm gave him a quest."You must become a Mage of hope. Give confidence and strength to those who need it most."
And with that, it is now 2015, where Arian lives in a small, quaint cottage in the forest. He lives on happily, hopeful of what lies ahead of him, and no longer tormented by what he couldn't do.
Also, I prefer 7-up.
"WELCOME TO 7-UP WORLD," The lord of 7-up world, Cool Spot, said. "YOU MUST BECOME A MAGE OF 7-UP AND FIGHT THE MAGES OF SPRITE."
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