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The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind, I help others to see. What am I?
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?