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The murderer stealthily moved throughout the elaborate dream. The murderer tip-toed slowly and carefully into the dark corner of the castle and waited. He pulled out his diamond-dagger. His dark cloak was the black night, and his face was hidden behind his hood.

            A few noises, as if it was a choir, were muttered quietly. Just then, there was a scuffling of footsteps. The murderer’s heart raced. This is it, thought the murderer. My one and only chance. It’s now or never.

            Like a whirl of wind, the murderer came out to face the young teen. Like a ninja, the murderer slit the throat of the young teen.

As soon as the blade cut through young teen’s throat, the dream started collapsing. The cold floor of the dungeon shifted and folded together like a rug. The walls started tearing apart. The murderer had to move swiftly to avoid the ceiling collapsing upon him. The torches flared fierce flames for a second.

The cold dungeon from the dream turned into a battlefield. The statues of the knights came and attacked the murderer, but he gracefully pounced upon them, killing them in a mere blink of the eye. The guardians at the drawbridge now came in and pulled out there swords. The guards flung their swords at the murderer, but they all missed as the murderer dodged all of the swords.

The murderer grinned and growled in a low tone, “My turn.”

The guards were all shocked, until a dark silhouette blocked the moonlight. The murderer thought it was a bird, but he said, “No. It can’t be. No. It’s not real. It can’t be! NO!” before the dragon swooped down towards him.