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"I found it." The room quieted. Killian straightened. "Found what?" Morwen placed the scrolls on the table. "The truth." She slowly unrolled the oldest parchment. The edges crumbled with age. At the top was an illustration: a child with silver eyes, golden veins spreading beneath his skin. Underneath it was written in faded letters: *Fragment Sickness*. Seraphina's heartbeat stopped. Morwen looked toward her. "You were right." Seraphina swallowed. "About what?"

My head turned to my men, telling them to brace themselves but the screams did not erupt from our side. Loud screams, screams that left even I pale filled the air. A rumble tore through the sky as if in reaction to the screams. The sky darkened, the air turned cold and sour. The trees turned black, birds falling all around us. My heart drummed with fear. Men with fists I could fight but this, I couldn’t. The rogue warriors fell on their knees. Their skin turned so red, boils appearing on it. Their mouths were wide open, literally, steam pouring out with blood but it seemed even their blood burned them, pouring out in hot bubbles.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

There was a book and a pen on the coffee table, though, which was something. Crystal leaned over, picked it up, and was disappointed to discover that it wasn't a diary or journal. The title on the book's jacket read: Howard's Amazing Adventure- and according to the back cover, the book told the story of an alien rabbit that had accidentally broken into the earth. Crystal picked up the book, turned a few pages randomly, and finally put it down indifferently.

That's when I noticed she didn't have a book, she was telling him a story as she looked off, like she was watching the story unravel in her mind as she spoke out loud. "Once the bear was caught in a net. He thrashed about this way and that until he was exhausted. Then he fell asleep. While he slept a host of little mice began playing all over his great body. Their tiny feet tickled him and he woke with a start. The mice scampered off, all but one that the bear caught under his paw. "Tweek! Tweek!" the frightened little mouse cried. "Let me go! Let me go! Please let me go! If you do I'll reward you some day! I will!"

She always respected the brunette's point of view when it comes to her story. Evangel didn't offer any acknowledgment as she dived into the world of Risa's story. She has always loved the way the blonde illustrates her story, always detailed and gives you the feel of what the main character is experiencing. Her main character, a boy of six called Scully was alone in the world and search of a friend. He set off to find that one companion that will keep him company for the rest of his life. His journey took him into the land of animals and the first animal he encountered was a rat. " Mr rat will you be my friend? " the little boy asked. A look of sadness appeared on the rat's face because he c

A note was left on the table, "Babe, I left for a minute to buy some cream for my scratches. Don't worry, it stings but it was worth the pain." I laughed at what I read and couldn't help but worry. I really did give him a lot of scratches. I went outside to get some fresh air when I noticed another letter on the carpet. I thought it was from him, but it wasn't. 'Last chance, Shadow. Meet me at Jurgina Bar. Second floor, Room 8. Midnight and come ALONE'

"They are not just stuffed animals. They’re my best friends. And they have very important jobs. Mr. Tibbles runs the kingdom, and Princess Poppy controls all the magic. You have to be respectful." I glance at Hilda, expecting her to step in and tell Scarlett not to mingle with the former demon, but she just smirks. "You heard her," she says. "Be respectful." I’ve just arrived and I already hate it here. Scarlett tugs harder, dragging me toward a cluster of rocks where a collection of stuffed animals is carefully arranged. "This is Mr. Tibbles," she says, picking up a rather worn-looking rabbit and holding it up with great reverence, "He says you need to bow."

Lira leveled down on the young boy and met his gaze. "Hi. And you are?" she asked him. "Robb." The boy glanced up to Minos and back, before flashing a reluctant smile. "Nice to meet you Robb," she replied. Something moved from over her shoulders and what Robb thought was fur lining was actually a small but long and slender cinnamon-colored rat-like creature. "And this is my friend, Scout." "A weasel?!" Robb gasped in surprise and the furry thing hoisted its head up and started sniffing his face.

The pocket-sized book Skye had shown me had filled in the gaps in my knowledge, and, at long last, we knew what we were hunting. Herb’s warning had also gone right over my head. Large, crowded events, full of people, were a breeding ground for violence and torment. Skye had left me the book – though we’d been hidden from the Clan’s eyes and ears, his family, his pack, would still worry if he’d been gone too long, which he already had been; as such, he’d had to leave soon after explaining what he and Rowan and Rosie had found in the tiny book. It didn’t look like much, faded and crinkled and tea stained as it was, but it held all of the information that would – hopefully – help us bring down