In hallow's end, I have finally slain the man with no head.
I stabbed, plunged, gutted, slashed, pounded, hacked, sliced & diced, thrust, stroke, massacred, , obliterated, annihilated, and destroyed his body. Alas, he kept getting up after each harsh, strong blow...
During the fight, I got knocked down, and lost consciousness. During this state of unconsciousness, I somehow got a short-term dream, which made me visualize this old horseman with no head's actual head.
I fled from battle, because I knew it was a lost cause. I remember many times before - in legends. That the headless horseman thinks the entire world is evil and against him. So he kept on raiding villages, ransacking houses, and incinerating all those who oppose him.
But, there was this one specific town he kept coming for and burning it. The townsfolk were terrified! The children trembling and sobbing in fear, the elders trying to defend their precious ones, objects, and memories. And the only hope was to extinguish the flames that he spread.
Each time the townsfolk put together a bucket of water to extinguish the flames, more and more fires spread! And finally, when all the flames have died, (if the townsfolk ever manage to get the flames fully extinguished) he would come down from his flying horse, and start incinerating the townsfolk. But a fortunate turn of events occur. Dear General Marcus comes to save the day, fends of the fiend, alas, the headless horseman was never and could never be defeated. For if we wanted to be rid of him once and for all, it's his head, that we must kill...
TO BE CONTINUED!
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