The Journey Begins

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3RD POV


It has been a few days since the trial. It is now in the early morning and the new Silverlight home can be seen, all was quiet on the outside. However the inside was a different story, in Y/n's room he was growing and slightly tossing and turning in his bed.

Y/n can be seen running and breathing heavily in a heavily dense forest and it looked to be at night for it was extremely dark and he could hardly see anything in any direction. Not only could he not make out where he was but there was something chasing him and he could hear it getting closer hence the reason why he's running for his life.



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Y/n continued to run, jumping over large rocks and sliding under fallen trees. He keeps this up for a few more minutes until he trips on something and falls into a small puddle. Y/n quickly picks himself back up and turns around to see a shape of what was chasing him and sees a dark cloaked figure the same as the one he saw in his vision at the wand shop.


The cloaked figure was hovering about a foot off the ground and was slowly approaching him as Y/n took a few steps back and saw something large on the ground in front of him. It was white had four legs and had a horn in the middle of it's forehead. Y/n knew what this creature was. It was a Unicorn... dead and it's blood was all over the ground. He then slowly looked down and saw the puddle he fell into and realized that he was covered in unicorn blood.

The figure moved closer and closer until it stopped right in front of the beast that now laid between the two in a pool of its own blood; he could just see the lower part of the figure's face and he saw the same blood dripping from its mouth. As the two faced each other Y/n's silver eyes began to glow and the cloaked figure moved back slightly. Then a sound broke through the silence.

"H̴̯̰̆͗̇ẽ̴͖́'̶̲̩̮͂s̷͕̆̕ ̴̭̝̇̄ẁ̶͇̣è̸̫̌ȃ̴̱̪̂͝k̴̖̯̞͛" A distorted whisper was heard. Y/n looked for the source of the sound but couldn't find it.

"Ŵ̴̻͍́͘e̴̱̼̎ ̴̱̭̪̈̅̀c̵̬͍͆̃͋a̷̳̗̔n̶̻̘̉̀̃ ̸̻̘̹̉̂e̴̡̔̓̑n̵̰͓͆̐͘d̸̢͙̼̍ ̶̼̖̻̈́͝ţ̶̎h̸̥̻͕͑̃i̴̛̬̕s̵̤̐̎̒ ̷̩͈͐̓̈́r̵̨͇̕ͅi̴̦̎̊̕g̷̖̜͌̀h̸͍̥̎̏ͅt̵͙̲͗̚ ̷̲̘͕͆̆n̵̩͗͘o̸͚̘̍w̴̝̹̒,̶͍͉̄̀̓ ̵̦̪͙̎̍͝Ÿ̷̨̦̦́͑͌/̷͓̑̎n̵̺̱̊.̵͔̉̊͐" The mysterious voice spoke again only it sounded much closer, again he could not find who called him at the same time the cloaked hovering figure began to move closer and closer to Y/n. It was now within arms reach of him. "K̴͎̖̥̒Ì̷̡̡͎̭̍L̷͍̈́̄̊̚L̵̹͂ ̸͈̿̈́̉͆H̷̠̖̠͙͗I̷̞̓̇͐ͅM̵̥͔̊̕!̶̣̂" The voice shouted and Y/n then drew out his wand at the same time the cloaked figure stretched out it's arms towards him and a bright light appeared between them.

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