Mythical Forest

Away from the castle and into the bewitched forest he rode. Thousands of eyes upon him, it seemed, the coldness slowly crept under his armor. With each step his senses, that were once strong and sane, turned slowly against him. "Was that a bat?" "I swear that was the sound of a werewoulf!" "Who left his candy on the floor?"

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