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Something that could cut through the fog tightening in my brain. I just wanted to silence the voices in my head. So I lifted the gun and aimed. I tried to steady my hands, keeping my spine straight as I pulled the trigger. But I Missed it entirely. All I could see was Ferdinand behind me. Whispering in my ear. “You’re mine, Amelie. Every breath you take is mine.” No, I am not. I said to myself even when I knew there was no one there. The voice whispered once more and I threw the gun down and It clattered across the mat.

An unknown ID. ‘This is your last chance. Make your decision now or regret it forever.’

Decus. When Louis had thrown himself in the dirt and took the stones in his hand, he began apathetically to push the stones away. Like digging for something. As if spellbound, he stared at the floor, grabbed one stone after the other and threw them behind him. "Amon!" Shouted Louis while he was digging. "AMON!" Shouted Louis, but it was hopeless. No matter how deep he dug. He could not dig up Amon's writings or his room. Everything had been destroyed. Amon's inheritance was completely destroyed and the stones in Louis' hand broke, falling like sand between his fingers. "No ... NO!" Louis gave a scream. Godric was ripped out of his stupor, looked at the desperate demon. He didn't understand.

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

And how she wept, and clasped his knees; And how she tended him in vain— And ever strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain;— And that she nursed him in a cave; And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest-leaves A dying man he lay;— His dying words—but when I reached That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faultering voice and pausing harp Disturbed her soul with pity! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with lov

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She was weeping for herself. for the girl who had entirely lost her way back to her own soul. After leaving her apartment, Adrian climbed into his car. He chose to drive toward the city's outer ring road—a long, winding path cut into a cliffside, flanked by dense trees, entirely empty and hollow, much like his aching heart.

Her soothing words had less effect on me, a battle she couldn't win despite having known me since childhood. "One step at a time, pal." " How about we go back to sleep right now? Then we'll have things figured out the next day," Lydia responded, leashing a lousy yawn. I guess she was just tired of my attitude. An attitude that I couldn't erase after the terrible ordeal. The sad overwhelming emotions took over me. It was like losing control over me. That day I lost hope in ever finding love equal to or greater than what my parents have. It was my first time falling in love, and I got beaten at it due to my weakness.

The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking. I looked for the other spirit, I was surprised to see Esco standing in front of the Wind Spirit. The spirit had long black hair and a green dress. Esco has been chosen by the Wind Spirit. My eyes wandered to Aeolous, he was looking at Esco and the Wind Spirit. I felt sorry towards Aeolous, I know he wants to be chosen by the Wind Spirit too. But Aeolous is a good guy, I know he will be sport about it and besides, Esco is his friend, he’ll be happy for him. Just like the Light Spirit, the Wind Spirit slowly disappeared leaving Esco with a bird and a gun. I almost forgot that the Light Spirit left something for me too. I quick

We need to find the key" he said. His man that just entered furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what was happening. "Lost blood? Key?" He thought. "How do we find the key master?" He asked. "It's no ordinary key. It's a book. That book can lead us to the girl once the power is activated. That means, once she has reached the age to be sacrifice, the book will be awoken" he said. "Oh" he murmured and lowered his gaze. Slowly, he was understanding how everything worked.