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Zidane was walking through the forest, looking around for a nearby lake or something to drink from. He had been walking for what seemed like hours and he was really thirsty and tired. He was about to take a break when he heard someone screaming. "Well that can't be good." He said, unsheathing his daggers and running twords where he heard the screaming coming from. When he got there he saw a silvered haired boy being held against his will. 'Damn who are these people?' He thought to himself, not wanting to let them hurt him. He came out from his hiding spot and got into a fighting stance. "Alright let him go!"
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