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// EPILOGUE 
// Story: The Code of the Villains 
// by Kaliann25 
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EPILOGUE


Grogar felt bad, he wasn’t himslef.
When he returned to Tambelon, he thought all he had to do was to rest until he recovered his strenght, and he did rest; but after a while he noticed something was really wrong.

He only wanted to recover his full power and then put those two in their place, he would never forgive how two ten-year-olds did this to him. TWO TEN-YEAR-OLDS! He sure of one thing: when those two grow up, they would be real threats to him, so he had to stop them while he still had the chance. And since he sincerely hated them, he wanted to do it as soon as possible.
Grogar had never hated someone before, he certainly despised people and felt sick around them, but now every time he remembered Le Puppè and Mr. Z the hate mixed with the until now unknown feelings of humiliation after the defeat and even fear appeared in his heart as flames. He was surprised, as the hate, he had never feared someone before; an here he was being forced to think twice before attacking the two who defeated him.

“When I recover my strength, I swear I’ll destroy them forever!”

But his strength never returned, in fact he felt weaker every day. His bones hurt and didn’t knew why, then he began to lose his fur. At first he thought it was because of the stress, caused by his very first defeat, and having to think that much before facing this opponent. But when he began to have constant vomits and cough blood he realized something was horribly wrong.
However, only when mysterious protuberances began to appear all over his body, he realized the horrible truth: he was dying, and very slowly.

“And all this time, I thought there were nothing worse than that explossion. I was wrong, this side-effects are the most horrible part of all this. I hate them, I hate them so much!”

And all that time the silver cowbell from his neck haven’t stopped ringing.

Before creation it needed to be destruction. The Tree of Harmony protected the world, but from time to time it was necessary to start-over gain; it was the cycle of life. And to destroy the world there was the Tree’s other face: the Silver Cowbell. At first, the Cowbell selected someone to be its’ champ, always the most evil being in the world to assure complete destruction. But now the Bell knew there was something much more dangerous than pure evils: the madness. 

And now that the current champ was dying, the Bell knew the perfect replacements for him.