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He was watching from the shadows.

Staring at me, judging.

A complete stranger, a beautiful stranger.

Golden hair like a lions mane.

Green eyes just like emeralds.

Out of place among the others.

A voice so soft you barely hear.

He follows close behind when I leave.

The door opens and suddenly

All I see is darkness,

Two Ice blue eyes,

A flash of silver.

A voice barely above a whisper

"You should have stayed with me..."


Shes being hunted

Running out of time

Saviors arise

Enemy's are close by

One tells the truth

While another lies

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