Post by zobz on Feb 26, 2012 21:08:29 GMT -5
Zobz sat back in his chair. He looked at the Scythe in the corner. It was his father Noah's. He felt a pang of sorrow cross his heart. He knew it was the Scythe his father died using, died trying to protect his son, died and FAILED. His broken necklace next to the chinked and shattered blade. Zobz would avenge his father. He took the blade and scrached these words into his arm. Forever. He knew he must get the scythe fixed. He would avenge his Father