The stranger walked into town with a large cloak and hood over his head. He was standing in a way that defines workers or slaves. The man was not worried about all of the strange looks he was getting. He had a grudge. A grudge that had been feeding a fire inside him. A grudge as big as the many oceans and twice as deep. From the hatred and rage within he changed. They were small changes at first. Teeth growing and interlinking to form a razor edge of death. Finger nails which are now vicious claws, each as sharp as a knife. His skin looks like thin leather and you can see the hatred within. The man consumed by rage was only after one thing the king that cheated him of life.
He slaughtered each town in his path killed every soldier that he came across. For every soldier that went down two took there place and he was soon surrounded by millions of villagers and soldiers. He began cackling evilly in his malformed voice. Hundreds of arrows flew like birds and pierced him ending the laughter and his life.
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