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He heard screaming. Wishperes in his head were terrifyingly loud and some what clear to him. He tried not to listen to them.
He began running, even though he couldn't see any sign of light before him.
There was a moment of silence.
The voices stopped, the calling stopped.
He could only hear his heart beating in his chest, and his shaky breath.
He stopped.
He stood still, bringing his hands up, to see them.
He saw blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
He looked away. A cry escaped his mouth.
Feeling of weak suddenly hit him, making him fall down on his knees.
He felt a sudden strength in his arm, he lifted it.
A bright green ball of energy stood in his hand, waiting for his command.
He screamed in pain.
Looking back at his wrist, he saw new blood pouring out. His blood.
Power made him weak. The power he held sucked him away.
The green ball soon took a color of black, turning itself into a complete darkness.
His arm felt weak. It felt like it was being chopped off.
He took a moment and looked at his other blood covered hand.
That's when he realised,
that blood wasn't his own.
With the dark ball of energy becoming bigger and bigger in his hand, taking control over everything, he managed to look down at the floor.
His eyes widen in terror.
All of his friends, dead before him.
Blood. Blood was everywhere.
He just couldn't see it. He was in the dark. He couldn't even see the monastery. He could hear the yells, but he thought it was all in his head.
He turned back to his arm, just to feel more pain come from it.
His head fell on his shoulders, and just as he was about to pass out, he saw his reflection inside the mirror that stood next to him.
He looked...
"Just like his father."
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Lloyd shot up from his bed, now in a sitting position. He was catching his breath, trying to calm down. His widen eyes wondered around the room, searching for something that wasn't supposed to be there.
Once he finally got to himself, he sighed.
His eyes felt heavy, and his head hurt.
He allowed himself to fall back down on the mattress.
Lloyd tried to fall asleep again, but he couldn't. His mind didn't allow him to go back there. He was scared, maybe a little shocked too.
He layed there, in his bed, thinking about what he just dreamed about.
For a second he remembered his arm, he pulled it quickly up, in the air above his head, just to see his hand was full of small prints, which looked like veins at first glance, but were much more black than those. Therefore, he felt that he was actually using his powers during his sleep.
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"Sacrafice"
Mystery / ThrillerTo be killed was never in his plans, nor was it to let a friend die, but there he was- Kai, the master of fire, a fellow ninja, his borther- dead in his arms. Lloyd was staring at him, blankly, as his voice stopped calling for the dead boy. It was a...
