Once a peasant was walking along a deserted road, when she came upon a scythe, she picked it up and slowly the evil overcame her being, a slow poisonous aura started to form around her. Her eyes glowed like emeralds, slowly her heart started to tilt from being perfectly straight to crooked. She already had a dagger, she continued walking and she came upon a recipe titled 'POISON' she started to read it and noticed it was made up of very common ingredients she had in her kitchen. She skipped home and made it, she put her dagger into the pot of which the poison boiled and waited a full 24 hours.
The next day she was walking along the same road, and came upon a sword, a note was attached that read, "I hope you received the scythe I laid upon this road yesterday, the note blew away when I laid it down on the ground." it had no name at the bottom. She strapped it to her back and made her way home, the aura getting clearer and clearer to those around her.
She marveled at her new belongings, she wondered why she was chosen to hold such valuable items; she was a common peasant of the lower towns, what person was so generous as to give her these items. Soon she went to bed and woke up; she did her daily chores and went walking along the same road and the same time...
At the same place, was a small creature, it immediately came up to her and latched itself onto her leg, it started to drink the poison that was dripping from her dagger, the aura became stronger, her eyes glowed darker, she again walked home.
The next day she took her chances and went out an hour earlier than the person expected, she noticed that the item today was not there and decided to hide in a patch of bushes along the road; she could have a perfect view of where the items were placed yet still be hidden from sight. The sun was at the exact location for the time where she usually came upon the spot, suddenly a staff came into view and she gasped, she never saw anything like it! She picked up the note, 'I know you were watching. I am afraid this is the last item... I hope you used these weapons with care and not go brag about them. If anyone asks, an admirer gave you them...' "Love, Azch.
She picked it up and ran home, all of her weapons clinking against each other. Her eyes went back to almost normal, slightly darker than they used to be, the aura never went away, she is so grateful to this 'Azch' that she writes him a note every day, and every day and puts it on the same spot that the weapons were. Like clockwork, the very next day there is a reply, she never saw him. Never.
The End
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