The Dark Tower
Proluge

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The horses hooves kicked up sand, as it raced across the desert dunes.
"Come on! Faster you damn horse!" Yelled it's rider, a young man named Dean. He looked behind him, it was getting closer, the incarmentation of Death. It's swooped down to Dean, it's huge talons stretched out, reaching for him. It let out a high pitched sound, and attacked him. Dean felt the blow to his back immediately. It was as though it had happened in slow motion. It's talons impacted against his back, tore his tunic to shreds, pieces of material billowing in the air. Then they pierced his skin, thrusting through his back, shattering his spine, and bodily organs, and finally emerging from the other end, protruding from Deans chest. He looked down, for the last few seconds of his life. The talon of the deadly bird had come out, and blood was gushing all across his horse, and himself. He put his hand across the hole where his stomach once was, and dropped off his horse. Laying flat on his side, he could see it, the Dark Tower. Just yards away, and still, so far.
"It's true." He said to himself. "It does exist..." And with that, he died.