he hears the rustling in the bushes and he points his sharp, silver sword to the bushes.. “come out! I’m not afraid to kill you!” He demands..you get very scared, but you don’t want to die..so you come out..shivering in fear, tears streaming down your face..you look down.. “p-please..” you say in a shaky voice as you bed for him to spare you..he sees how young and vulnerable you are, so he kneels next to you “hey..it’s ok..tell me your name..I won’t hurt you..”
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