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'''A Young Dreamer'''
'''by Snake Eyes'''
 
When I was young I 
dreamt of adventure, 
For years I trained 
for hours at end but 
was never good at any 
skill, swords were 
never my thing... I 
almost gave up hope 
for myself, let all my 
dreams drift 
away...then, when 
walking along a 
mountains edge found 
a small hut in the 
far distance, with a 
small flicker of light 
gleaming through the 
window. I walked 
along towards the hut 
and opened the door. 
There was but a 
small wood fire, 
burning brightly in 
the middle of the 
room. Out of the 
corner of the room 
suddenly appeared a 
bearded, old man. The 
man did have no name 
to go by,He started to 
tell me a story, which 
enralveled me into his 
life, this was no 
ordernary man, we 
spoke for hours 
through the night and 
into the day, there 
were tales of dragons 
and ogres, witches and 
hags. The old man 
came to an end and 
asked me what I had 
done with my life, I 
replied "I have done 
nothing, I have no 
worth in my life, 
nothing to look 
forward too". He 
thought this was an 
awful life to be 
living, and told me 
there was an 
alternative. "Magic" he 
exclaimed. From this 
Mysterius old man i 
learned the art of 
magic and embarked 
on a new life in 
Brittain... 


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