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Blood. Everywhere.

Bodies

Overgrown ruins. Vines. Flowers. Standing on the moors. There for centuries.

The boy. Holding up his wrist. Flashing a golden chain in my direction. Flashing his bracelet at me. Opal. 

Black opal.

The boy. Standing. Opposite to me. Staring at me.

We have all the power to destroy. Or to save the world.

'Bind your fate to mine.'

Darkness.


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