Hurry! Get your things packed. Get out of this village before the madness begins thought the phantom to himself as he entered his little shack.
Running away again, eh? How brave! said a voice in his head.
Running has kept me alive this long, and it'll keep me alive again! he snapped back at the voice.
But if the wolves keep going from village to village wiping everyone out, eventually there won't be another village to run to. You have to stand your ground eventually returned the voice.
Stand my ground and die? Ha! What chance does this village have?
Not much if you leave! answered the voice. You're a leader and a clear thinker- when you are sober, that is. The village could really use you.
the phantom sighed, sat down on the floor, and cradled his throbbing head.
"Should I run, or fight?" he asked aloud to the empty room.
After nearly ten minutes of silence, his jaw slowly hardened and his hands balled up into fists.
"I will FIGHT! First, I need to take some medicine and get my head cleared up so I can think better. Then- I'll make some plans."
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