Tyler, the warrior
Tyler stood as the tower started to crumble. Whacking him around his head rain was making him unfit for battle. He was getting heavier and heavier than he had ever been. The moon looked down at him as if he was worthless, a vulture circled around above his head and a spider climbed up his cloak. Crumbling the tower fell letting him move around watching, waiting for some one or something to come to attack. Tugging at him, his sword was begging for the burning sensation of blood . As if he were a tumbleweed the wind howled past him tugging at his cloak. He didn’t think anything or anyone was coming so he sat by the fire and cooked and ate the meat of his rabbit.
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