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My family was camping. I decided to go exploring in the forest. Suddenly I tripped and fell into a hidden cave. It was dark, but I could see moss covered walls. The rock walls were so steep there was no getting out. As I walked further down the cave, I noticed strange shadows. In the center of those shadows was a scythe. When I touched it, I suddenly felt my muscles get stronger. My muscles were so strong I easily broke down the rock walls and escaped. I felt some evil power trying to control me. I stopped, let go of the scythe, and went back to camp with it hidden in my backpack. I loved the feeling of being strong, but feared the evil powers' influence. I wondered what I should do with it. Should I put it back where I found it, or keep it and take it back home? After a while of thinking, I decided to take it back home.

Finally the day to go back home from the camping trip happened. Once I got home, every day I practiced with the scythe, learning to use its strength without being corrupted by its influence. If I felt it was getting too good of control over me, I would set it down and practice again later.

As my parents watched the News on the Tv one night there was a report of some strange deaths. There was one small cut on each body, but they were not deep enough to kill. There was no evidence of poison.

Hmm… a crime. A crime that normal people can't solve? Well, if I am risking turning evil so I can have super strength, I might as well use it in the coolest way possible, being a hero. The next day after school I snuck into the place where the murders happen. The unnatural shadows from the cave were here. Suddenly a scary voice came from behind me. “The mysterious force I sensed that is similar to my weapon. The force of death. It's on you.” I turned around. There was a person in ancient clothing. He held this dark sword. The sword seemed to be made out of shadows. I felt an unsettling feeling. “ Did you have anything to do with this?” I said in a nervous voice. “Yes! Of course!” He yelled. Then he did some maniacal laughter. ”After centuries trapped in the underworld, I'm free!”
 
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