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As he lie on his death bed, Hawk looked around the room he was lying in ready to die. He was looking now at his only descendent, Sanford.
“Sanford” Hawk whispered
“As my dying wish and as my only family I tell you to go to the desert”
“The desert?” Sanford asked in great confusion
“Yes to the north you must journey” Hawk said with his last breath
Sanford didn’t waste a second to even rethink what he was doing. He flew out of the doors to the great hall with a backpack in his hands with enough food for weeks.
As he pulled himself through the think desert sand he felt like had traveled a few meat inches in the last hour. He crumbled upon his own weight into the sea of tan beneath him. As Sanford pulled himself to his paws he felt as if the brown bag he carried on his back had suddenly been angered and he felt a cold metal blade sink past his spine and come through his stomach.
Flying through the water he felt total confidence. Alfred was the most trusted warrior in the Cuddlefish Commandos. There was no creature that he had not taken down that had stepped in his path. Although he was not a mean Cuddlefish, in fact he was very outgoing in his ways and tried to help in anyway possible. As he rode the waves of the ocean city below him he was sad to have to head to battle. Even though he was a valuable asset for some reason the government didn’t trust him enough to give him a higher role in the army. He had a great hatred for those who didn’t trust him, but he had an even greater hate for the Butter Puppy Assassins. He wanted to watch them burn in the eternal flames of he… he… the underworld.
Sanford wokein a dark room for which he coudnt see his own paw in front of him. He tried to stand but let out whimper because of the pain that coursed through his back. All of a sudden light came blazing through the room. He heard the sound of footsteps echo though what looked like a hallway in front of him. A dog with tattered yellow fur walked into the room. He seemed to be in a thousand places at once and this was one of the less important ones.
“Who are you?” Sanford question with anger in his voice
“I am Raz, for I know what you seek” He said with a booming voice
“My father said to find the dog in the desert”
“I knew your father and I know what he wanted from me”Raz returned
“What is it?” asked Sanford feeling to much pain to be angry
Raz approached him. he then put a knife in his back in the same place he had done with the sword before. “He wanted me to teach you how to fight” Raz said “If you want to win against the these puny little cuttlefish” His voice echoed through the room “Then training starts… tomorrow” Raz said walking away with total swagger.
Made With Jackson I. Jackson I Will Ussually Be The Perspective Of The Cuttlefish. He Is Also The Creator Of The Squatches And Snack Kids. Go Check His Blog Out. Comment Who’s Side You On. Thanks For Reading.