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Enchanted Hills

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The hills are Enchanted.
Maybe not with Fairies,
but definately with Magic.
The muffled Hoofbeats in the grass,
the sound of skimming Feathers collecting dew.
The warm Clouds of breath,
the Gentle nicker of a Friend.
A Friend that is Dark,
A Knight's Charger brought to Life.
In the Hills Enchanted,
there is a Friend.

Where the Magic is Unbridled