this is my first fanfic so please let me know if I am making any mistakes in the format.
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It was cloudy, dismal weather, the sun may have risen but here there was no sight of it and the dark and foreboding storm clouds seemed to darken the land around in like blood spilled on a new day. A green and gray clad figure crouched in a bed of trampled reed grass. seeming to examine a mark or track on the ground but from within the dark hooded cowl that obscured his face, his eyes roamed quickly from side to side, always moving, as if willing something to appear from the otherworldly flute besides the constant keening sound that it produced. But as the figure had his mind focused of the outlandish pillar, unfriendly eyes were upon him, red eyes full of fury, anger, rage, and above all else, hate. They were the eyes of the kalkara.
Sorry for the short chapter, I will write another chapter and post it Friday or Saturday