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This is the First story in the trilogy. It was a day like most others, sunny, cheerful and the sounds of people laughing could be heard on the wind. All was well in the town of Skeletal arms, a cheerful town with a dark name. For one man in particular it was a wonderful day, his name was Steve. Steve was a farmer and a great guard (I know these jobs aren`t really related at all but he was good at both). The reason he is a good guard is because his father was one of the town guards and his dad always used to be really tough on Steve and put him through army training and stuff. When Steve was feeling down he used to remember something his “dearly” departed mother would say “When you are upset about something, deal with you runt.” The thing you see was that Steve's parents didn’t want children, AT ALL. Let me describe Steve to you, he is an above average height, he has short brown hair, blue eyes and normally wears a cyan shirt and blue jeans.
Ok so it’s a beautiful day in Steve's town and Steve is tending to his crops and guarding his animals when suddenly he hears this horrifying sucking noise and it kind of sounds like “eeeeee rrrrrrrrrrreeeeee whoosh (then a weird baby like cry).” After hearing this Steve fainted, when he woke up he saw someone standing above him, someone who looked identical to him except for the fact that the stranger had pure white eyes; eyes that felt like they were boring into your very soul. Steve was really scared but before he could scream or reach for his sword or do anything the figure vanished without a trace. Steve ran to go tell the town guards what he had just seen but when he told them they just thought that Steve was drunk so they sent him back home. Steve knew what he saw, but then he slowly started to forget the closer he got to his home and by the time he lay down to sleep the memory of the incident had been buried deeply in his mind.