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03-07-2013, 08:26 AM
I felt horrible when he started telling me about what happened to his family. I felt the same way, except I never found out what happened to my beloved family. I was gone for those few months fighting for our land, our home that we thrived in, just to find them completely disappeared. I was a mercenary at the time, so the males that escorted me home went their seperate ways that, or all of the other herd members that were fighting with me completely died or disappeared too. I never knew what happened. But then Death started speaking about farmers. What were those? "That's truly a horrible story", I said. A fire. Shot? What was a shot? "But I truly don't know what in the world are farmers, or humans, or a 'shot'?" I told him curiously. What place did he come from where there were these "humans". My adventerous self was suddenly intrigued, and I widened my eyes awaiting his response.
