T/W: Death, Mild panic attack
Molly saw a human man, burly and heavy, standing in front of him with a menacing grin and a glaive in one hand. The last thing he sees as he's knocked out.
Suddenly awakening in a brief moment and pain swells in his torso. Acting out of disrespect and impulse he spits blood into the smiling face of his killer, as the man digs and twists the glaive deeper into his chest, Molly takes his last breath.
Molly bolts upright on the couch tears streaming down his face. His thoughts rushing to what that would mean. He plops back down after a few seconds holding his fore-arm over his eyes.
The only thing he could think of was that dream?- memory?-to be honest Molly didn't even know what he just experience. What was that?
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Sorry this chapter is a bit short, i didn't know how to make it go longer, school is starting soon so idk how often i can get this out, i will still try to get them out on a weekly basis, biweekly at most probably. i'm not making any promises.
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Third Chance
FanfictionA charming tiefling teams up with a rather excitable elf to find the mystery of his past... This idea has been on my mind for a while, i've been thinking, "what if Molly came back again?" so that's what i'm doing! I hope you enjoy. This is my first...
