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Post by Magicman on Dec 23, 2011 16:26:28 GMT -5
A boy ran up the hill. He had followed the map. He was in the right place. If the things the satyr told him were true, he was a demigod. He collasped as soon as he got to the bottom of the hill. His clothes were dirty, torn and bloody. His body was in no better shape. His brown hair was matted and full of dirt, and his gray eyes showed innocence and fatigue. His eyes searched for someone to help him, as he passed out.
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