One night while hunting for faeries. And witches and wizards to kill. I came across a hole in a tree in the forest. I climbed inside the tree hole with small fear. And loaded my gun. I should have heeded that small fear. I walked towards the wizard's cave shooting to. Shoot out his wizard brains. With a wave of his hand he created a force field. My bullets all ricocheting bouncing around his old cave. One of them shot through my temple and severed my eyes. Blinded by my own gun I got up and turned around to run. Stumbling and tripping I fell blooded on the ground. The wizard and faeries and witches. All came with their medicines to my side. They sprinkled some frog dust on my face. On my face on my. (face on my face on my face on my face). I saw death's face but somehow his bad grip let me go. I awoke in a strange room with new eyes. And that's when I saw her. [whistling]