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A familiar place where she was stripped down from head to toe as she couldn’t hide her true self when she’s in the dark. Layla was surprised to see flickering lights. She should have been brought to the abyss, and it was supposed to be darkness and only darkness alone. However, the place where she used to comfort herself while hiding from all the fears she had, turned out to be a fascinating paradise where she could see flickering lights floating in the air instead of a cold, dark space it used to be. The small glittering lights were like fireflies in the moonless night, surrounding her as if they were meant to be there to comfort her aching heart. The sight warmth her frozen soul and Layla

Camden said and looked at Natasha with questioning eyes while waiting for the link to open. "Why? Are you telling me that you don't?" Natasha said. "I'm not saying that, all I mean is that you should quit stereotyping," Camden said. "I second to that," Emman added. "Yeah, whatever," Natasha said and shrugged. They all turned back to their laptops where the link that Knoxx sent them has already opened. It led them to a website about legends in the City of Light, it was opened on one specific legend actually. It was called the Legend of True Sight.

Ryan sits on another side both are facing each other and look into each other eyes and slowly they reach on top but suddenly lights went off and the Ferris wheel stop. Emily scared and get up from her seat to hugged Ryan, he calms her but suddenly there were beautiful fireworks in the sky. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY" it's was written in the sky with fireworks lights. Emily eyes wet with tears of happiness and a smile wide. Ryan saw every action of Emily and after some time there was another word written in the sky, which makes Emily's heart beat faster. "I LOVE YOU, EMILY" Emily didn't believe what she saw.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

All it got her was his cold shoulder and his growing impatience, and then even more tenderness toward Florence. As if her pain was proof she was childish and worthless. Now, she was going to leave soon. The visa approval would come soon. None of this mattered anymore. Even arguing with him in the final moments felt pointless. The crowd pressed in as the photographer called for everyone to look at the camera. Boom! A deep, terrifying blast tore open above them. The crystal chandelier shook violently, then turned dark. The whole banquet hall started to shake. "Aaaah!" Screams, sobs, and the crashing sounds of falling objects swallowed everything around them in an instant.

A purplish shield of light materialized, its surface rippling with glitters. The feathers smashed into the shield of light but were all reduced into harmless little sizzling specks of lights before they vanished momentarily. "Impudent vermin. You will pay for such indignity upon the Winged race." Said one of the Winged with a sinister look about him. His companion produced an arrow – one with shiny-gold fletching. He shook it gently and let go. Once out of his grasp, the arrow shot into the air with a shrill scream and exploded high up overhead, emitting showers of bright golden sparkles like fireworks.

'What if's and 'how's flashed against his skin- the rampage broken off by a soft brush against his sleeve. The feather looked metallic under the night sky, the velvet seal of the tufts un-fragmented. He picked it up from his arm and twirled the feather silently, watching the silver moonlight dance around the thin edge of the feather, curved and fluid. As he held it up to the sky amid the backdrop of the stars, he thought vaguely of angels circling the luminous moon.

Mathias's shock seeps into the link. Let me handle her, Selene. Feather offers. Selene moves to the back of her mind, giving the wolf control. Feather glares at Cleo. Do I smell fear, Cleo? Scared of a little wolf? Maybe give up while you're ahead and return Morgan and Luke like a good little witch."