Time
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Either they are telling the truth, and they don’t plan on hurting me, or they are baiting me to trust them.
They know me, clearly. That’s the frightening part. Maybe it’s Time messing with me, putting on another accent to scare me.
I’m nearly convinced of that until they step out into the moonlight.
He looks like Time a lot, but only slightly different. He’s as tall, as lean yet still muscular. He has the same black hair, accept it’s curled slightly at the ends. And down he stares at me, eyes as silver as the moon glowing outside. I’ve never seen him in my life, yet as I look at him, I know immediately who he is.
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