After I had blacked out I went back to my life of twelve. It was a nice Saturday morning. The birds singing , trees swaying , and the waves rippling. You could call it perfect. That was until you looked over at the castle. It was breaking, it's color no longer a bright orange but now a dark black, plants cris- crossing over the castle and every last bit of laughter that once rang from the castle had all vanished. Now the only sound you heard were the common folk. It was becoming the dark ages again and only a few knew. The dark ages didn't only mean low food sources but new wars. I woke up with someone shaking my shoulder.
"Get up! I need you to get up! Come on! It's almost morning time! "
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