User blog:RatthiasTheWarrior/Vengeance

Prologue-

A fearsome looking fox practices throwing his knife. The silver blade buried itself into the bark of an ancient maple tree. The wooden handle was sticking out of the tree, the rubies on it glistening in the sunlight. The fox pulled the knife out of the tree and grinned evilly. Soon he would be pulling that very knife out of his enemie's neck, wiping the blood off of it, and feeling victorious.