Though they were a little doubtful at first about how these people would make their living, they couldt help feeling a bit snvious. Those people lived a quietful and almost peaceful life. Everyone helped each other as a great family. And they had to admit that when the sun went down and they all gathered around the fire and sang, they felt as one with the family. And for just a few seconds they felt like all their problems were gone. This is my stry a thief what I am, I live in The forest so deep I earn my living by steeling gold, from the rich Couse they can afford Yes deep in the forest my people all live, and use what the nature can give We obey no laws cause free men are we, and thieves Are what we always will be Every day a risk cause the lawmen can catch us Attack like the wolf then escape like a mouse In the woods they wont fint med its the place that I love The place I feel saft in, the place I call home When the sun goes down and everything is going to rest We sit by the fire and wait for the others to some And when were all gathered everyone start to sing We sing our song, we sing the chant of the thieves And the story ends... for now. In the camp of the thieves Is where we leave our adventures. But the wuest still Remains Will they fint the book of mystery in time to Save Kali? Or will the evil one place Kali in eternal Darkness? Well, that story is yet to come.
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