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The cold, clammy mist washed over the three of us as we 

clambered through the dark-enchanted blackness of the 

night. A cruel wind enveloped us as we the treacherous 

terrain of an old, enchanted village. “Come on!” I called to 

the two stragglers of the group, the only company I had 

through the endless night, “I’ve found a place to stay!” One 

galloped forward, while the other kept walking. He galloped, 

yes, because he was a unicorn. The unicorn and I entered 

into an eerie chapel, rotted away from old age. I heard a 

soft clunk. Then I heard another, and then another. 

“Ghosts,” I said, “we have to get out of here.” As the 

unicorn and I ran out, I told our friend, a magical voodoo 

doll, to come with us. Just as we left, the building collapsed. 

“That was close,” said the unicorn, “this seems better,” He 

indicated with his hoof towards an abandoned house. We 

walked over and let ourselves in. The entrance door closed 

shut with a terribly loud snap. “Ooo-kay,” said the unicorn. He 

tried to act casual, but I could see he that looked frightened. 

Abruptly, a cabinet smashed down and out came a pale white, 

semi-transparent creature. A ghost! I tried to escape, but the 

door was locked. Then I saw our voodoo doll, standing up to 

him. He gave me a look that said I’ve got this. Suddenly, I 

tripped and fell. When I got up, the ghost and the voodoo doll 

where gone. The unicorn and I fled. 

“I can’t believe he sacrificed himself for us,” I said. The 

unicorn nodded, looking somber. His skin looked stretched 

taut. Through all our hardships, now he was gone. Since he 

was a voodoo doll, he was attached to another person. In this 

case, he was a friend of mine, captured by The Dragon, who 

we were on this quest to steal the people back from. We 

wandered around for what felt like hours. We wandered until 

we came across a graveyard. We seemed to be attracted to it 

like magnets. Inside, a coffin stood up with the lid off! We 

sprinted away before anything bad could happen. Then we 

turned and saw the entrance to The Dragon’s dark cave.

Inside stood a massive beast standing in front of the people in 

cages. He had dark orange leather like wings and crinkled 

maroon scaly arms sticking the wings onto a massive, dark 

body. Up the beast’s long neck stood a devilish skull with 

horns protruding from it and with red eyes and nostrils, which 

were sparking at their edges. Along its back were white thorns 

with almost a rusty tinge, looking as if they had been 

hammered in by an awful blacksmith. The Dragon. As I drew 

my sword, it turned towards me and said, “Meow.”

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