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The dark inky sky hung over the peaceful village. The lamps flickered violently casting shadows onto the the slimy cobblestones. As the first flakes of snow fell, a girl arrived at the library. She was no ordinary girl. She was a girl with a mission and her name was Raven.
Raven stood at the doors of the library as she admired the architecture. A thin sheen of white covered the windows. Its sandstone pillars loomed above her. Raven pushed open the creaky mahogany doors and sat down in a chair.
The library was eerily quiet. Raven was about to pull a book off the shelf when the hairs on her back shivered. Someone was watching her. Slowly she turned around. In front of her was a figure in a khaki jacket with a belt and a rifle. That was the last thing Raven saw before everything went black.
The moment she regained consciousness, Raven could tell something was wrong. A haunted feeling had crept into her chaining her feelings. Raven remembered the glowing figure and looked around to find a trace of where it went.
She was horrified to find it had been watching and waiting all along. Suddenly, it began to speak.
If you put yourself in mortal danger, you shall meet a prowling stranger.
Diamonds and opals are known as nobles.
To kill this creature, use your feature.
A glinting object, you must protect.
It'll save your life, the silver knife
The ghostly poacher reached out towards me. It was as if I was in a trance. Hypnotized. His icy cold hands gripped me. Memories of the past came flooding back to me. I was part of the legend. The legend of the Umbre Anima. The shadow wolves had wispy shadows for fur, claws as black as obsidian and eyes as red as rubies. It would let out haunted hollow howls to let their victims know their fate was sealed. Whispers caught towns like webs and the only way to ward them off was through something pure like a diamond or an opal. The poachers had hunted the shadow wolves down one by one but perhaps they missed one....
Raven stood at the doors of the library as she admired the architecture. A thin sheen of white covered the windows. Its sandstone pillars loomed above her. Raven pushed open the creaky mahogany doors and sat down in a chair.
The library was eerily quiet. Raven was about to pull a book off the shelf when the hairs on her back shivered. Someone was watching her. Slowly she turned around. In front of her was a figure in a khaki jacket with a belt and a rifle. That was the last thing Raven saw before everything went black.
The moment she regained consciousness, Raven could tell something was wrong. A haunted feeling had crept into her chaining her feelings. Raven remembered the glowing figure and looked around to find a trace of where it went.
She was horrified to find it had been watching and waiting all along. Suddenly, it began to speak.
If you put yourself in mortal danger, you shall meet a prowling stranger.
Diamonds and opals are known as nobles.
To kill this creature, use your feature.
A glinting object, you must protect.
It'll save your life, the silver knife
The ghostly poacher reached out towards me. It was as if I was in a trance. Hypnotized. His icy cold hands gripped me. Memories of the past came flooding back to me. I was part of the legend. The legend of the Umbre Anima. The shadow wolves had wispy shadows for fur, claws as black as obsidian and eyes as red as rubies. It would let out haunted hollow howls to let their victims know their fate was sealed. Whispers caught towns like webs and the only way to ward them off was through something pure like a diamond or an opal. The poachers had hunted the shadow wolves down one by one but perhaps they missed one....