This power is a harbinger of destruction.

 
       The eye awakens. Arthur stares into the fiery eyes of Ancalagon the Black


   

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Arthur hears its guttering voice as it spoke its words. Awake! They are here. Arthur felt it. Its power tingles at the tip of his toes. It twirls around his leg. Clinching his stomach. Tightening its grip on his heart. Squeezing the very breath out of him. He gasps as he jerks awake. Quickly, Arthur stood up. His sword in his hand glowing at the blackness in front of him. Arthur stares at the Nightmare who gnarled hands grasp his friend.

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We all have a story to tell. Of people we met. Of place we been too. I share these story from a beautiful place surround by mountains. It's a beautiful place full of adventures. From the splashing of the waves and the seagulls squawking. The eagles standing tall. To the moose in the wintertime licking your truck after it snows. Here everything is left to your imagination. The adventures we live are told over campfires. This is my home and i share these stories with you. He lived his entire life never revealing his true self. He was alone never letting anyone get to closed. He live his life anonymously to the very end. This is Kendall's story.

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