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The sun was shining down on Arelaeno's back as he stepped out of his make shift home. It was a rectangle box, made out of wood with a door in the front, made of only two rooms, a living room with a tree trunk bench, and a bedrom with a leather blanketed bed. Strapped around his shoulders was his iron, human made long sowrd. Most humans would have to cary it with two hands, but because of his strange past, he can use only one hand. As two of his neighbours were carried off, he felt a feeling of concern stirke him. 'It had to be the king.' He began to think to himself, slowly walking towards the torn down gates, but after about seven steps, his slow walk turned into a slow run.

As he got to the gates, he almost forgot about the guardian. It goes from stone, then turns into a large samurai warrior, about seven feet tall with a sword that turns from a regular katana, then too a sword that is the size of three grown up trees up together, whener it is swung.

"I don't suggest you try it." The guardian bellowed.
" Damn you, okay? Damn you!" Arelaenob began to yell. He knew those people, the mother would always give him five coins when he helped her out, and now he wanted to get her back.