This is my third story on Fanfiction so far. I feel like I'm on a role! I'd like to thank all of you people who have been reviewing and helping me with my writing. I really love the support. This story is pretty random, but one of my friend's favorites. Shout out to Argorok Volvagia!!! I promise, you will not leave this story disappointed. Hopefully, as soon as my other computer is fixed, I'll be putting up another story that isn't humor. Now, without further adieu...

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"The West…a wild, untamed landscape full of both good and evil. There is a line, a distinct between the two. That line is called justice. I am vengeance, I am justice, I am the Masked Stranger. Evil doers, look upon me and tremble."

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"What do you think you're doing, moron?!" yelled Marica at her idiotic older brother.

"You ruined the mood," he complained.

"What mood?"

Makolov stood up and smiled heroically. "I'm the Masked Stranger, the handsome and mysterious figure of justice that strikes fear into the very core of evil!"

Marcia didn't look convinced. "You've been watching the Batman and John Wayne movies again, haven't you?"

Makolov's heroic aura disappeared. "Uh..."

"Makolov..."

"Oh come on..." he whined. "Let me tell the story. It's really cool and it's he only productive thing I think I'm capable of doing!"

Marcia sighed because she knew, deep in her heart, that it was true. "Oh fine, just leave me out of it."

"Yeah! I love you Marcy!" Makolov gave his sister a death hug.

"Get off of me you big oaf!"

"Sorry sis. Now, back to my story. AS I was saying, I am the Masked Stranger. My story begins right after the life of the sheriff of Crimea Town ends..."

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"May he rest in peace," said Dr. Rhys as he finished Sheriff Tanas's funeral. Everyone in the crowd yawned and happily buried the coffin.

"Good riddance," said Calil, "but what stumps me is, who killed him?"

Everyone turned away from Calil and whistled nonchalantly. Everyone had a motive, including Rhys. The town was a better place without him after all.

"On a happier not," started the doctor, "I'd like to announce our new sheriff, Kieran!"

Everyone in the crowd cheered and tossed their hats into the air as Kieran made his way onto the stage.

"Thank you everyone," started the new sheriff. "As my first act as sheriff, I will try to be better than Tanas. By the way, I don't think I'm going to be investegating his death. There are just way to many suspects."

"He's already better than Tanas," mumbled an underwhelmed Calil. "As long as he doesn't burp in my face at the bar, he'll last." She fumbled around with a fire tomb which just happened to be be the murder weapon that killed Tanas.

After Kieran had finished his speech, Oscar went to go talk to him. "My brother's gone missing," he said sadly which was out of character for the normally happy paladin.

"What do you mean?" asked Deputy Boyd. "I'm right here. Don't you ever pay attention?"

Kieran stared at Boyd blankly.

"I'm talking about Rolf," said Oscar. "For the last time, you're night my only brother."

"Since when?"

Kieran continued to stare at Boyd. "How did he get to be deputy?"

"He's the only one that would take the job. Now, back to Rolf. He's been missing for two weeks. Both he and Mist were kidnapped by King Komodo."

"Wait...did you say King Komodo?"

"Yes, he's the leader of the Black Bandanna Gang. It used to be only him, but now, he has followers."

"La Loca Mariposa is a whip-crackin' beauty," said Gatrie. "I'm going to marry her someday..."

Kieran didn't reply.

"La Flora Roja is pretty too, but she has a wyvern and that thing is not nice."

"There's also a young man that they call Sandstorm," said Oscar. "He destroyed a town with a giant wind storm. The only thing left standing was the bank...which they robbed."

"Interesting," commented the sheriff.

"Yes, but the most dangerous bandit of all is King Komodo's sidekick, El Poco Frijole..."

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"Wait wait wait..." said Marcia. "El Poco Frijole?"

"Yeah," said Makolov. "I have no idea what that means, but it sure does sound cool!"

"El stupido..."

"I love you too!"

"Hey," said Gatrie as he walked up to the siblings. "What are you guys doing?"

"You don't want to know..." said Marcia.

"I'm telling a story!" exclaimed Makolov.

"Cool. Can I listen?"

"No, no you can't!" yelled Marcia.

"Sure!" said Makolov.

"Nice," said Gatrie. "Hey guys! Come on in here. Makolov's telling a story!"

Mercenaries poured in. Even the ravens, cats, hawks, dragons, herons, wolves, Crimean Royal Knights, and Queen Elincia joined in.

"Don't you guys have anything better to do?" asked Marcia.

"No," said Naesala. "The roads are snowed in."

"It's the middle of July!"

"Why don't you ask those two over there?" said Geoffrey bitterly as he pointed towards Soren and Nasir.

"Don't you point any fingers at me," said Soren. "I was only trying out a new spell...which didn't turn out so well..."

"What was it called? Blizzard?"

"Maybe...I still blame Nasir."

"I was just trying to prove a point. My natural ice is way better than your man-made fake magic."

"My magic was powerful enough to start a storm!"

"No it didn't and I froze the lake."

"Well at least I didn't destroy part of town."

"Oh, and you only killed half the forest!"

"You want to go?!"

"Bring it on, shrimp!"

"Guys." said Oscar, "calm yourselves. Just blame me and go on with your lives."

"I'm watching." said Soren as he eyed the dragon.

"Well then," said Nasir, "I'm watching you."

"What's the story about?" asked Mist, trying to change the subject.

"Well," said Makolov, "it's a western tale about the mysterious figure of justice, the Masked Stranger. So far, Sheriff Tanas has been 'mysteriously' murdered and replaced by Kieran."

"Nice," replied the knight.

"Oscar has just given the new sheriff his first job, track down the Black Bandanna Gang and rescue Mist and Rolf from their evil clutches."

"Why do we always get kidnapped," complained Rolf.

"Ignore that for now. Let me give you the names of the Black Bandanna Gang. King Komodo, the leader; El Poco Frijole, his right hand man and the wielder if two deadly pistols; La Loca Mariposa, the whip-crackin' beauty; La Flora Roja, the wyvern rider of no return; Sandstorm the hurricane of the desert; and finally, there's Gunsmoke and Saber, the duo of death. Gunsmoke can destroy a house with a flick of his finger and Saber has the strength of ten men."

Queen Elincia leaned over to Marcia and whispered in her ear, "Did he say El Poco Frijole?"

"Just go along with it..."

"By any chance," asked Rhys, "have you been watching the John Wayne movies?"

"Yes, and the Batman."

"Oh joy..." said Naesala.

"On with the story..." said Makolov.

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Kieran absorbed the information and walked into his new office. He saw pictures of all the members of the infamous bandits stapled to the wall. Just as their name suggested, the all wore black bandannas to conceal their identities. One face in particular caught his eye, El Poco Frijole. Those eyes resonated with pure evil.

"It looks like you 'ave a bit of a mess on yur hands," said a mysterious figure standing in the doorway. "I reckon you'll be needin' my help."

"I don't think I'll be needin' your help."

"THIS IS MY STORY AND YOU WILL NEED MY HELP!!!"

"Fine..."

"Now, as I said, I'm the Masked Stranger and this is my partner-"

"You say my name you die!" said an annoyed voice.

"GET OUT HERE SIDEKICK!"

Slowly, Shinon made his way into the sheriff's office. He gave Makolov a death glare.

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"I AM NO SIDEKICK!" shouted Shinon.

"Marcia was my sidekick until she made me promise to keep her out of my story, so I chose you."

"Why?!"

"Because...Naesala would rip my limbs off and chop me into little pieces if I made him my sidekick."

"It's true you know," said the raven king.

"Get on with the story!" shouted Ike.

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"Who are you?" asked Kieran again.

"I am the Masked Stranger, bringer of justice to lawless, justiceless towns, that have no justice!"

The sheriff took a good look at the wall of wanted posters then the Masked Stranger. He didn't look too convinced about the hero.

"Is that your poster on the wall?" he asked.

"NO!!!" yelled the hero. "I would never break into Geoffrey's bar and steal beer! It's just not right!" He leaned over to Shinon. "Go dispose of the evidence."

Shinon left.

"I already have an idea for bringing the bandits to justice," said Kieran. "We just have to set a trap."

"I'm the hero so I get to come up with the plan," said the Masked Stranger.

"Then what's your plan?"

"Hm...I think we should set a trap."

"Brilliant..." Kieran sighed.

Suddenly, an explosion shook the ground. Kieran's rolling chair moved from its place at his desk and ran the Masked Stranger over.

"What in the world was that?" asked the sheriff.

"That, my friend," said the hero, "was searing pain as the chair ran me down, but I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"No, what was that explosion?" Kieran ran outside and saw that the alley next to the bar was completely taken out; however, the bar itself was untouched. Shinon stood in the middle of the mess with a blackened face. The remains of what seemed to be a beer barrel was right next to him.

"That was cool," he said.

"What is going on?" asked Kieran.

"Well, I uh...just proved spontaneous combustion. You see that barrel over there just randomly burst into flames without me having to torch it. The alcohol in the barrel caused it to create a huge explosion!"

"Really...I'll let you go for now. If it happens again, you're coming with me."

"It won't happen again. I promise."

Suddenly, another explosion shook the ground. This time, it came from inside the bar. Kieran shot a warning glance at Shinon.

"It wasn't me, I swear!"

The sheriff made his way to the bar and peeked inside. Geoffrey, the bar-tender, was raising his hands over his head in a surrender to El Poco Frijole.

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"Wait!" yelled Geoffrey. "First off, why am I a bar-tender? And second of all, why am I surrendering?" I would rather die than surrender!"

"You're a bar-tender because I thought you would look cool in the outfit and you're surrendering because..." Makolov paused to think. "THEY THREATENED TO KILL LADY ASTRID!!! Duh...duh...duuuuuuh."

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I feel like ending the chapter here. It adds to the dramatic effect. Let me get a few things staight before I sign off. I am not a native Spanish speaker. If there is any error in my Spanish, feel free to tell me and for any of you who don't know Spanish, El Poco Frijole means the Little Bean, La Loca Mariposa means the Crazy Butterfly, and La Flora Roja means the Red Flower. Now, for one final piece of business, if you want to guess the identities of the Black Bandana Gang, please tell me in your review. Some of them are pretty obvious. Thank you and good-bye.