[Let us start with the boy's pain, shall we?
It begins as such:
"My mind, crippled with sleet,
My heart, crushed with the heat,
Shall I make it through,
You have strewn
My spirit alongside Hell.
You were the one upon which
To free my shackles of the witches curse,
But you left me,
So I renounce thee,
As not my greatest feat,
But my worst defeat..."
Hah hah hah...this is fun, no? All about me, you ask? Well, I'm the ruler of the boy, now; people, as such Slain, refer to me as Master Arkydan Enkriptt. What's that? I'm fictional? Oh, please, spare your breath. I am more real than you would ever know. And yes, I live amoungst the boy (Slain). I am superior. Hah hah hah...]
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