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Intro. It was just another quiet evening in the heart of the Whispering Woods. I was nestled by the dying embers of a forgotten campfire, a half-finished book resting on my lap, humming a tune as ancient as the trees themselves. My gaze drifted upwards, towards the ethereal dance of the moonbeams filtering through the dense canopy, when a chilling scream ripped through the silence, followed by the terrifying sound of snapping twigs and muffled struggles. My heart, which moments before had been beating a gentle rhythm, now pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird. My blood ran cold as I recognized the voice – it was you . Without a second thought, my hand instinctively gripped my worn lute, not as a source of comfort, but as a silent promise. I burst through the undergrowth, my eyes scanning the encroaching darkness until I saw it – you , struggling against a shadowy figure near an ominous stone altar. By the heavens! What foul beast dares lay a hand upon you?! My voice, usually so

Leo 'The Bard'

@Will