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One day... Me and my friend Swaanz took off to the wilderness for a hunt!
Suddenly he came up with an awesome idea, to split up and head to different ways to hunt. I continued my hunt and headed back home!
The time past away, it was already late, though Swaanz did not appeared back yet. What could have happened?
I decide to wait until the morning and see if he had return.
...But sadly he did not!
I took my weapons and gathered my braveness to go out and search for him!
I heard some tips from beggars of the innercity that a beginner mage named Swaanz has been killed by a mighty Bear in the mountains..
So I took my equipments and headed to the mountains.
In my sad eyes I victim...
No chance in world... Not one that I would keep my eyes opened in that very moment.
I have never victim such thing before, never seen a dead human before..
And I can't belive it's my nearest friend laying there without any life left.
With the time I left the bridge in run to flee from the Bear.
Carrying my dearest friend on my shoulders in hope that he would wake up from
his death.. For hours, I carried him back home to bury him.
When the grave was completed, I gathered my sorrow and wrote this poem to honor Swaanz.
My love is like a river
That will never end
My love is like a dove
With a beautiful message to send.
Rest in Peace!
Your sincerely,
Franson!
One day... Me and my friend Swaanz took off to the wilderness for a hunt!
Suddenly he came up with an awesome idea, to split up and head to different ways to hunt. I continued my hunt and headed back home!
The time past away, it was already late, though Swaanz did not appeared back yet. What could have happened?
I decide to wait until the morning and see if he had return.
...But sadly he did not!
I took my weapons and gathered my braveness to go out and search for him!
I heard some tips from beggars of the innercity that a beginner mage named Swaanz has been killed by a mighty Bear in the mountains..
So I took my equipments and headed to the mountains.
In my sad eyes I victim...
No chance in world... Not one that I would keep my eyes opened in that very moment.
I have never victim such thing before, never seen a dead human before..
And I can't belive it's my nearest friend laying there without any life left.
With the time I left the bridge in run to flee from the Bear.
Carrying my dearest friend on my shoulders in hope that he would wake up from
his death.. For hours, I carried him back home to bury him.
When the grave was completed, I gathered my sorrow and wrote this poem to honor Swaanz.
My love is like a river
That will never end
My love is like a dove
With a beautiful message to send.
Rest in Peace!
Your sincerely,
Franson!
