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In the pale light of dawn, the boy awake,

His memories flooding back, his heart ached,

Beside him lay the fox, lifeless and still,

His lament hurtful, his soul full of guilt.



With tear-stained eyes, he gazed upon her form,

The truth revealed, forming a raging storm,

His mind, a tempest, in anguish it cried,

For love lost, for dreams denied.



In his despair, he clutched her close,

And in his sorrow, he made his boast,

To right the wrongs, to undo the pain,

He sought to bring her back again.



But in his desperation, a darkness loomed,

A sinister force, in ethers consumed,

His ritual twisted, his power untamed,

And in that moment, the world was maimed.



Good turned to evil, light to dark,

In this twisted realm, where nightmares embark,

The Scholar, the Boy, lost in his own creation,

leaving only a world of devastation.