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<div align="left"> Title to Be Decided!The shapes of furniture are a blur as I race through the house, my long legs carrying my faster than I could imagine. The familiar house morphs, melting into a desert. The barren landscape stretches for miles, the sand making it harder to run. I'm panting, unable to control the labored breathing. My body erupts in pain and I fall, hugging my stomach. I remove my hand to find blood. Crimson and red, red and crimson, drops slowly making their way down my arm. I look down, the familiar cut throbbing as the landscape changes again. A female voice, almost distant and quiet, echoes through the wind, begging me. It sings, chanting a forgotten name from a forgotten time. Rhia.... Rhia.... Rhia The voice warps, suddenly deeper as it continues to chant. A figure in white robes appears out of the sand, his violet eyes captivating. I step forward, expecting to be met with scales... And fall.
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Fears, maybe? Guilt? Regret? What is it!
He screams in agony, the heart-wrenching sound echoes through the cavern chamber. It was only then that I noticed the chanting people surrounding him and the lone woman, the shadows reciting an ancient spell.
Is this what they feared? The Nobels?
I could hear one thing repeat through the boy's mind, Maybe it won't be as bad as they say.
I lunge for the boy, the dark chains and shadows stopping me before consuming my frustrated cry. And the world goes blank.
Edited at March 29, 2019 11:48 AM by Adasona Elites
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More please :O
Lol
Maybe call it Rhia?? |
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Golden Meadows said:
More please :O
Lol
Maybe call it Rhia??
I was thinking that, but so wanted to incorporate a light theme. The original title of the draft in WattPad is Photine, which means light. I'll probably update a lot lol |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
