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Evraen collapsed on the rooftops, hogtied in a special trap set for him… "Comfy, Keys?" asked a familiar voice. Evraen raised a brow to the individual standing in front of him. Dark clouds had overshadowed the moon hiding his features. Regardless, Evraen never forgot a voice. "The Glass Blades…" Evraen breathed. "Thought you'd see the last of us, huh?" The leader asked, twirling a knife between his fingers. "You've really started to make a name for yourself out here. It's getting harder for the townsfolk to believe you're a black-hearted crook anymore. Much to your old friend Valegor's disappointment." "Vaelgor helped ya find me, heh?" Evraen winked. "Too bad he couldn't join the party. Has he escape prison yet?" The glass blade leader snarled. "He had our aid. I forgot how snarky you could be, Chirp Twirp." "Heh…that's a good one. Wish I'd thought of it." "And to answer your question, Vaelgor's crestfallen after that last stunt you pulled that landed him in the big house. But

A cry for life reaches my den, A prayer from kin to whom I hark, ‘Come to the land of lamps of green Domain of void and towers dark. Make them pay for all our strife, Don your blackest, proudest cloak. Bring with you a thirsty knife. Do vengeance with its every stroke.’ I came for blood and came for pain, Life for life with heated crave. My answer to a mad man’s reign. For you, my love, I made each grave. Flock was felled, with grievous caws Heads had rolled for each our crimes. Gold now dust spilled through our claws, Our hours called with death toll chimes. No more games and no more song, We’d had our fill. Our blood was paid. Each innocent our flock had bruised Our ended breaths due justice made. And all of this, I too confessed, When back I glanced at my trail of death. Though I fly and breathe and run, I also should forfeit my breath. But let me breathe a few years more, I pray to fates and powers be. Not for my sake but you my love, May your flight set our poor souls free. Hatched beneath a vengeful sword, From a murder with our eyes of green, Take with you our final chance, To right each wrong we’ve sewn and seen. Uproot the weeds and cruel thorns That choke and pierce and dry our hearts. Cut down the thistles growing wild And sponge away our blackest arts. Our cry for freedom, hear its bark A plea from kin of one desire, ‘Crawl into our dungeons dark, And light the way with dragons fire. Foil each trap along your way, Hold aloft a torch a blue. Your dancing blade flash light of day, To prove the sun above is true. Unlock our cells and dispel our fear. Make reason to this earnest rhyme. Fly home my love so we might hear The Keys to our redemption chime.

Episode 1: Rock and Ride! Part 1: The Arrival All was quiet in the vastness of space, the stars were glowing beautifully and twinkling like diamonds in the night sky. However, that quietness was taken away by a roaring engine of a ship as it was flying through space. The ship itself looked like a motorcycle with its four engines blowing from the back, it was red and silver while the front visor of the ship was blue. But from the inside of the ship, three individuals were relaxing while rock music was playing and a video was being played from their last cosmic race. These three individuals were mice...Martian Mice to be exact. Each of them had red antennas on their heads and buckteeth were protruding out from there upper lips, but each of them were different from one another. The first one on the far right was a large grey furred muscular Martian mouse with a chiseled face. His right ear had a small nick while his left ear had two golden hoop earrings, his left eye was covered in a