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The Wandering Warden
paulgt
I am a soldier on my own but I am not alone. I am singular but combined I am separate but together. I am gone but here. And I am a Warden. I'm a wandering man, I don't know the way. Through the trees I pass-but where's the day? The night has come and the dead will follow. They feed on sorrow and will not relent. The undead have come and will not repent. They have the full wrath of evil. The land is no longer safe for you or me. The wardens are the few who fight :: where do you stand? who do you follow? Who do you hail? Does darkness' greed draw you close? or does it seperate you? If you are pure of heart, you will fight untill the undead's last breath has been uttered. YOU will not relent! I wrote a book test GAD STOP READING