"Well you see." Ellen said with an insane little laugh. "Out of all my evil character's only one would be smart enough to get out of the jail, but he'd need help, and he'll never lower himself to admit he need help, and enless he did so the others would not help him, well it seems he either found a way around that or has admited it. Either way, he's out and has complete control... but you see I didn't excatly give him a weakness, so only I can beat him as only I know his style."
"But what your saying it's murder!" Shouted Tibby, who was one to say such a thing as she feared very little and was boarder line evil herself. "But there is no other way." Said a cloaked figure in the back ground, "The est we can do is better train her for the fight, and get ourselves ready for any attack that may come..."
"But this unfortuntlety is where it ended for a moment as poor Ellen was awoken from her dream by her cat who was only slightly plump, (understament of the year) and wanted feed admeantly, But of course she had thought it such a wonderful dream that she would soon dream of it again. "Fred are lovly narroator narroates. "Oh and please excues her spelling."
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