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It was a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you’ve seen in your dreams. For the story you are about to be told…Took place in the holiday worlds of old. Now, you’ve probably wondered where holidays come from but have you ever wondered where the leaders of these worlds come from? Well, they are chosen at birth. But only one and when the time for them to leave their old world behind. When they see their door in their world on the day of the holiday, they will lead that is when they go and when they are of age. But one of the chosen came too early and lost so much the night he came.
A small puddle of water on the ground shifts as a black shoe steps in it. someone was running panting heavily the figure is shown a bit that they are a young boy but no older but younger than that of a young man and he was running away from something but it was not a human that was chasing him. The boy was cornered as a silhouette of a large shadow fell over the boy it was chasing. It was hunting. At first it showed that they were taking, then to yelling. The sound of a rip, the yell of rage from the thing suddenly a jet of small thing flies from the unknown being as it engulfed the boy, screams of pain echo is heard through out where they were. Looking closer as a hand is stripped of skin, flesh, tissue, nails and nerves leaving behind a Skellington hand.