Tylerthedragon
Steampunker
(Fun fact: For Year 7 English, I wrote about the muramasa in a class of mine, don't ask why)
As he walked through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right, he only had one thing on his mind; the legendary blue sword he heard of in tales of a child. It must be here, he thought, wandering through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right.
As he walked through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right, he wanted to feel the magic flow through him; as he lifted the blade high in the sky and struck down on his victim. He wanted to feel that power, he thought, wandering through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right.
As he stood there, in front of the magnificent blade, the one he saw in his dreams, the one he heard in his bedtime stories. He saw it in his eyes, it glowed magnificently, as it's glistening blue, but soft glow, reflected in his eyes.
He shot his arm to the blade, and let the magic of the ancients flow through him, his body lit up, from the slump to the form structure he dreamed of.
He slashed and slashed, through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right, he only had one thing on his mind; the legendary blue sword he heard of in tales of a child. It was always here, he said, slashing through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right.
He slashed and slashed, through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right, he feels the magic flow through him, he lifted the blade high in the sky, and struck down on his victim. He is feeling that power, he said, wandering through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right.
As he walked through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right, he only had one thing on his mind; the legendary blue sword he heard of in tales of a child. It must be here, he thought, wandering through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right.
As he walked through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right, he wanted to feel the magic flow through him; as he lifted the blade high in the sky and struck down on his victim. He wanted to feel that power, he thought, wandering through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right.
As he stood there, in front of the magnificent blade, the one he saw in his dreams, the one he heard in his bedtime stories. He saw it in his eyes, it glowed magnificently, as it's glistening blue, but soft glow, reflected in his eyes.
He shot his arm to the blade, and let the magic of the ancients flow through him, his body lit up, from the slump to the form structure he dreamed of.
He slashed and slashed, through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right, he only had one thing on his mind; the legendary blue sword he heard of in tales of a child. It was always here, he said, slashing through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right.
He slashed and slashed, through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right, he feels the magic flow through him, he lifted the blade high in the sky, and struck down on his victim. He is feeling that power, he said, wandering through the hollow dungeon, with skeletons chasing him left and right.
