Curse of the Hallow Moon
He fetched a knife from somewhere near his belly, launching an attack at the newly born, the knife instead circled around and notched at his face.
“Not today.” The magical baby wept. It grew grander by the second, until it was double the size of the Ghost who stood on the land, flabbergasted. Viewing the infant keenly, from an eye that was concealed at the back of his head, he gawped. It transcended from sobbing to snickering evilly with a swig of inhaling the dusty wind, wrapping around him. It brought its still, tiny palms to the forefront, using her heightened energy she thrust away the Ghost into the tree. Once the master now became the slave. The knife carved at his face, emerging out a
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