Happy Life
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- Think, think, you blockhead. One day, you'll figure it out, - he says, walking away.
Ukon sat on the edge of the abyss, dangling his legs, and stared into it, and it stared back at him.
- So, are you jumping? It's always been strange to hear that name. It doesn't look that deep, - an elven voice behind him throws a small stone into the abyss to gauge its depth.
Ukon sat on the edge of the abyss, dangling his legs, and stared into it, and it stared back at him.
- So, are you jumping? It's always been strange to hear that name. It doesn't look that deep, - an elven voice behind him throws a small stone into the abyss to gauge its depth.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
