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❝ You are a beginning. ❞
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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, going anywhere alone with a stranger ( especially as a Dreamcatcher following a human soldier ) would be unfathomably dimwitted.
I did not feel a sense of threat, though. If anything, he was the vulnerable one. I provided a sort of protection against lurking creatures of magic; vengeful agents of chaos who only wished for spilled blood.
I kept an eye out for such lowlives in the alleyways and the shadows of dark smashed windows.
The human man was rather fast and quick on his feet —an indication that he had frequented this path. He knew without looking where not to tread. I however, was unaccustomed to the wreckage that made up this side of the West End of London and beyond.
He could tell that much from my occasional stumbling.
Though it seemed, that did not warrant his aid. Instead, he kept me busy by attempting small talk as we walked. I huffed short, sharp answers for fear of losing my momentum or balance.
"So your magic simply manifested out of the blue?" he murmured while crunching loose tar beneath his heel. "Those men were fools, by the way," he offered in place of an apology, "they should know better than to threaten citizens and demand such things."
I let out a breath, almost tempted to smile.
"I am not quite a citizen," I corrected him. "Though legally I qualify to call myself that, I will never be quite so accepted in that way by many people."
