Canada
Once upon a time in the far, far north, there was a land called Testarossa. In that land, in the small village of Nornamdale, there was a man called, Cobra. He hated everybody even his family and friends. Nobody liked him either, because of the way he acted out against everyone.

One cold winter day instead of snowing, it started to rain. Cobra was out walking and to get out of the rain he went into the forest. He knew this forest was not a safe place to be but wanted to get out of the rain. He was just arrogant enough to figure the evil tales of this forest didn’t effect him. Nobody returned from the Jaxton forest, not even the bravest souls returned. But he just kept walking deeper and deeper into the forest. Gradually he came to the realization that he was lost and hungry and wet. He slipped in some mud and fell down a really steep cliff. It was a long way down until he finally landed with a hard thud. He opened his eyes and couldn’t see a thing because it was so dark. Trying to clean off his face and ears, he heard voices. Voices that would squeal when he tried to get up. He struggled up and tried walking around and then out of nowhere something knocked him out.

He woke up in a dark cave and too stiff to walk around. Finally adjusting to the darkness, he saw magnificent and bright crystals protruding out of the cave walls. Being the greedy man he was, he started filling his pockets with the beautiful crystals, until no more could fit in.

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