Ghost Torch: Horse: Quiet Storm
When I was a baby I was sleeping in the night.. The indian chief walked into my tent to give me a name.. he then saw a torch floating over me. It was as if a ghost was watching over me holding a torch.. From that day forward I was known as Ghost Torch.. I was taken away from my tribe at a very young age.. I do not know what type of indian I am.. This is my first entry into the Hyperion Archive.. I am 2 of 4 in this world.. I hunt the Nightmare storms that walk this Earth..
Day 1, Year 1889, Month 10..
Weapons: Composite Long bow:
Helios Transformation: Lightning Phoenix Long bow wave series S.AWAY
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
Ghost Torch: Horse: Quiet Storm
When I was a baby I was sleeping in the night.. The indian chief walked into my tent to give me a name.. he then saw a torch floating over me. It was as if a ghost was watching over me holding a torch.. From that day forward I was known as Ghost Torch.. I was taken away from my tribe at a very young age.. I do not know what type of indian I am.. This is my first entry into the Hyperion Archive.. I am 2 of 4 in this world.. I hunt the Nightmare storms that walk this Earth..
Day 1, Year 1889, Month 10..
Weapons: Composite Long bow:
Helios Transformation: Lightning Phoenix Long bow wave series S.AWAY
The hunt begins
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