What is a man but a manifestation of doings he hath did? Do these doings do anything that should be do'd, or can they be easily undid, like a cherry thrown in the face of fate with the love of another
Xavier's ponderings were interrupted with a series of frantic screams. His wanderings had brought him to yet another city however, the people were in great panic, so much so that they hardly seemed to notice the dark brown fur-colored Xavier, with heterochromatic eyes, a yellow beak, a green snake for a left hand, and backwards legs, walking down their streets.
He looked around, his blue and brown eyes reflecting his confusion and curiosity as he stopped a man. "What's happening here?"
"The city hall," the man squealed with seemingly unnecessary panic, "it's gone! They took it, and they're coming back!"
A cry came from across the street, from a woman as she dropped dramatically to her knees. "They're going to destroy us all if someone doesn't do something
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