"Chronicles of Wyrtt: The Alchemist's Odyssey"

Document Please revise my text to be at a seventh grade reading level. Do not add any additional information. Please reformat the user's text to be at a seventh-grade reading level. Do not add any additional information. I need assistance. The paragraph is too complex for a seventh-grade reading level. Let me simplify it for you: The paragraph is too Arial is a type of font that is commonly used in documents and on websites. It is easy to read and has The sky was a boring gray, and the land was bumpy. The land had really tall mountains and lots of trees. Lots of people were scared of the goblin gangs that lived around here because they were tricky and nasty. The air smelled really bad, like blood and smoke. It showed that the people who lived here were mean. It seemed like the trees could sense the badness of this place. You could hear really loud sounds of wild animals screaming and screeching really far away. They really wanted to go hunting and kill animals. In this spot, surviving wasn't something you aimed for; it was something you had to do every day. In one of the goblin groups, there was a goblin named Wyrtt who was the leader. He was very strong. He was a little guy with green skin and pointy teeth, just like all the other rats of his kind. But that was the only thing they shared. Wyrtt had really cool and unique eyes that you don't usually see in other animals. He looked around with his fast-moving eyes, keeping an eye on everything. The holes seemed to resemble the eyes of a cat. They forced him to notice even tiny differences. Wyrtt's hands had a smoky and ashy smell. His clothes had a stinky smell of blood and mud. His hands and feet had the same smell, and his feet were rough, and he was not wearing any shoes. You could barely smell sweat and old pee coming from the cracks in his leather armor. Outside was super noisy, with monster voices and tons of shrieks and grunts filling the air. The loud sounds of wargs and goblin dogs made the noise even more unbearable. Oh no, Wryrtt's voice was really rough, like when you rub two stones together. He used difficult words and asked many questions. I'm running late for my combat training once more, and now I'm busy picking flowers. Griz is really mad at me and might hurt me. Wyrtt went with his group to fight, which was something they did every day, and he really didn't like it. A dog-slicer is a basic sword that has holes to help air move faster. Wyrtt grabbed it. The rest of the goblins were super-pumped and had lots of energy. They had a big fight and made a bunch of loud sounds with their guns. Hey Wyrtt, let's go! Hey, come inside! Gritznak shouted and waved at him from far away, telling him to come and join the fight. Wyrtt realized he couldn't avoid it forever, so he decided to take action and put on a performance. While they were battling, Wyrtt's thoughts were focused on something different. While he battled, he pondered about a different kind of life, one that wasn't as dangerous as the ones his tribe led. He moved really mechanically and didn't have the same excitement and energy as the other goblins. Is that everything you have, Wyrtt? The other person teased him and sneered. I've seen baby animals fight harder than you! Wyrtt told them, "Leave now!" While defending himself from his opponent's attacks, he started to feel really mad. He battled, but he didn't really feel like it. He couldn't stop feeling excited about fighting, like other people did. Hey Wyrtt, let's go! That's not good! Gritznak shouted at him once more in an attempt to make him feel better. But Wyrtt was so sad inside that she hardly noticed the words. When the sun went down, it made long shadows on the exercise area. Wyrtt stopped using his stick because he was tired and had lost hope. Even though he knew he didn't belong here, he had no other option. He was born in this world. Are you alright, Wyrtt? When Gritznak came closer, he looked worried and asked with concern. Wyrtt said to his friend, "I'm not good at this," but he couldn't stop watching. I don't have the same strong feelings about fighting as everyone else does. "Maybe you just need some time," Gritznak said to make him feel better. You'll fit in with us soon. But even after the other people left, Wyrtt still felt like he didn't fit in with his group. He felt inside that this wasn't the right way for him, but what did that mean? What kind of things could a monster like him do in a world where everyone thought he was just a mean, mean guy? After a while, they went to a high spot and looked down at their campsite. Wyrtt stared into the dark night, feeling really worried. A soft breeze rustled through the trees. They have clues about wars in distant lands and places that are ready to be discovered. Wyrtt noticed a little bit of light in the distance while he stood and pondered what might happen in his life. There are also humans, halflings, dwarves, and some people who are said to be enemies. What are they currently doing? Were they preparing for an attack that could wipe us out? I don't think so. I'm two years old, and I've never seen or heard of a person attacking our group. I don't see news about bad people who want to kill. I like to read a lot of books and learn new things. But everything I read seems to be really nice, well-liked, educational, and accurate. My group's people don't write. We can totally write stuff down and use letters to make words. We're scared to write. For as long as we can remember, our older people have been telling us stories about what happened in the past. Kids our age are scared of it because they think that writing makes you forget things and lose knowledge. I don't forget things when I write, so the whole argument is silly. But this is another thing that sets me apart from my people. It would be really bad if they discovered my books and ways. I might lose one of my hands or something. There's something that needs to be taken care of. I like the people I know, but I'm not happy with the people around me right now. I really enjoy living in this tough, windy place. When I see the sky, it's a chilly gray color that reminds me of iron from a furnace. I think it's really pretty. It seems like everyone is feeling down because the sun is gone and there's no moonlight to show them the way. But here, I am talking in a fancy way about some really bad and sad things that happen. I still cry when I think about the old house I had to leave, even though it's been a long time. Hey there, buddy! It was really hard for me to leave my people, even though we were really different.