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Damn, these Paradisians sure know how to make a good stew, I thought to myself, as I ate my Spiced bento and oinion stew. It was totally worth the bento hide I payed for it. As I sat eating my stew, I saw, being the perceptive person I am, the gleam of a magic orb by the desert. I finished up my stew, and followed the person with the pickaxe it was attached to. They were also carrying, as I noticed, a chunk of the desert stone. I smiled. I knew this day would come. I quickly swam back to my solitary hut on the bento forests (I am a REALLY good swimmer) Grabbed by father's old yewbeam bow, and took my raft just behind his, being as silent as possible.

The bow brought my thoughts back to my father. I was seven when I last saw him.From what I can remeber, he was an honorable man, who loved the forest and all inside it. The bow was his favorite tool. And the tool of his destruction. One morning, as he was walking out of the house, a raider jumped him, talking him to the ground. The raider pulled his bow, and shot him in the face right there. I witnessed it from my window. It was all so fast. Bent with anger and sadness, I decided I had to do something. I picked my father's iron sword from th desk, and snuck up behind the looter as he was picking through my father's corpse. He not iced me, turned around and shot an arrow at me. I doged. He shot once more, but I was closing in. This arrow hit me in my right shoulder. Thankfully, I am left handed. I tackled him to the ground and put the sword in his chest before he could defend himself. I backed away from thier corpeses, thinking to myself: What have I done? My father would have made that man stand and fight, not stab him quickly! I layed crying on the grass for awhile. No, I decided. It woud not be like this. I would become my father's boy and do him proud, wherever he was now. I picked up the bow, packed up thirty rather expensive steel arrows, some carrots, and left the home to go live on my own.

Enough. That was in the past. This is now. I dismebarked quietly behind this person, Folowed him to the magmian leader's house, and listened in. Due to the thick stone walls, I couldn't make out quite what they were saying. I did pick up. "Black horned creature" and "Orb on my pickaxe" and "Broke the mountain". I decided to have a better talk with this man when he exited the building, and waited for him outside the door.

''While Sean was waiting, a small cave lynx came up behind him. It thought about the mission. It was a simple creature. It knew that. It simply took orders from its master, and simply recived food. It was here to complete the simple task. It deposited the odd orb in Sean's bag, and went back into the underground tunnels and crawled its way back to desert. Why it was supposed to put this hunk of whatever it was in this strange person's bag, it was not sure. But whatever put the fish on the slab, it thought to itself.''