Darkness falls across raven street as the torrent of unforgiving rain lashed at the black tar road. A single dimly lit road lamp lights up a shadow of a man as he close the ancient pocket watch. "Time has come my fellow humans, my powers are near their limits and soon nobody will be my match." The whisper echoes like striking of metal against metal, coldness of the voice brings chills down your spine. With a slight swirling of the mist the man was gone and the single light bulb imploded. Raven street, a place of sadness and death. It was said that many years ago during the great war, a legendary battle was fought here and the villagers wanting peace defeated both army with magic and spells. Most had taken this legend as a story many believe that the villagers simply trapped and ambushed both army's food supply and when they are weak and retreating the villagers slain them all reclaiming the peace and going back to their life.
The rooster crowed loudly before dawn as the sun rose lazily over the horizon. Kira jumped up from bed as he woke from yet another nightmare. The nightmare had taken him back in time to the ancient battle that took place in raven town. He had a voice at the back of his head telling him that what he saw was the actual battle but it all seemed so surreal. Turning he fell out of his bed and onto the floor in the push-up position, after his 2 set of 10 that he does every morning the smell of bacon and eggs flooded his nostrils and right on time as he suited up for school.
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