Click! Click! Those were the sounds of the pebbles Dane were throwing across the soft lake. Dane was 15, and a orphan who lived in the streets, mostly sleeping in the water. Why, he wondered, why the lake was so red. Scarlet. Death. But he didn't have enough time to think when suddenly somthing touched him. Dane slowly looked back, yet he didn't want to. "Your'e...the...ghost...of...the....BLIND WARRIOR!" shuddered Dane. "Yesss, and I need youuuu toooo livvvvve uppp tooo meeee! Taaake thiiis sworddd"!