He was my friend. Mazo was what he was called. His true name nobody knew nor where he came from. He said he came from backward village which he never mentioned even upon enquiring times many.
When he came to our village first time, I along with my friends watched him wobble all the way from west mountain.
We called elders around to look at his situation. When we approached him together. He suddenly shook and woke up started shouting he was okay.
We looked at him carefully. He had haggard appearance but he was uninjured expect blood oozing from area just above stomach.
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My thoughts are still. I have no idea what i am writing.
Also my English is simple or to say basic , poor vocabulary and grammar or mistakes .. which i don't know where commited.
So lemme just come back after few hours .. which could about 1000