In the so called "Robin Hood" era, another hero roamed the streets of beloved London. Tales passed down through generations spoke of this hero, however with each new generation the more far fetched the tale seemed. Slowly, people began to to doubt wether the Masked Archer was even real. Time had stretched, and squished, and twisted this tale. However, it wasn't time's fault for the one major flaw that existed in the tale of the Masked Archer, and no one had known of this flaw until now. My dear reader, truth is about to unfold before your eyes.
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The little child squirmed in his bed. His mother placed a gentle good night kiss upon his forehead and began to stand up. However, the little child wouldn't let his mother leave him, so he tugged on her hand until she sat back down the bed.
"Momma, could you tell me a bedtime story?" the boy whispered.
"Of course darling, but only one story tonight."
"Could you tell me the story about the Masked Archer again?"