Once upon a time, a long time ago;I worked for a very rich man.
A man who I spoke to often, I could maybe even one of my companions. Until one day....
He had a hideous eye that looked as if it were a raven eye. While looking into this eye it seemed cold but was as evil as the depths of hell. And it consumed my every thought until pure madness abrupt.
So i made sure, every night he lay asleep, at precisely 12; I would creep into his room in hope of putting an end to this horrid eye
I did this every night for a week until one day the eye opened and gleamed in the light of the torch.
As i sit there watching the eye examine me. I get Furious. Who does it think it is? Who does he think he is? From the beating of his heart I can tell his presence feels me. IT IS TIME TO PUT AN END TO THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!