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Blood. Everywhere.

Bodies.

Overgrown, centuries-old ruins. Vines. Flowers. Standing on the moors.

The boy. My soulmate. Lapo.

Dark brown eyes. Darker curls. Pale, slightly freckled complexion. 

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

Black opal.

The boy. My soulmate. Lapo. Standing. Opposite to me. Staring at me.

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

Lapo collapses. 

The ruins fall in. Raining down.

'Our fates are bound.'

Darkness.

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