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Finn is standing in front of the window, thinking hard. Hunter sat next to him.
Finn slowly turned around and sighed, he asked, "can I please have some of your powers?"
Hunter looked at him with uncertainty, "I don't think... they're exactly transferable."
Finn nodded angrily and sat down next to him, "Can you at least tell me what you can do?"
Hunter replied, "I'm, um, not sure."
"Can you shoot fireball? Or like, read minds? Or, you know, grow tree trunks from your leg?"
"Finn," Hunter stopped him, his face turned sad, "Can we just talk about this later?"
"Why, but isn't this a good time?"
Just then, May and Celia walked in. Celia asked, "You guys ready?"
Sad music played by musicians, today is Skyler's funeral.
Friends and family crowded into the small church in town near their house. Of course, May, Celia, Finn and Hunter are also there.
Hunter sat behind two old lady. Celia sat next to him.
When the master of ceremony asked Hunter to go up and speak, he stood up. As he did so, the two ladies in front of him were whispering to each other.
"The Crowley boy is a bad luck, whenever..."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean?"
"Years ago, the mom died in a fire, and now it's this little girl..."
They both shook their heads and Celia looked at them with hatred. If sight could kill, they'd die a million times, in the worst way possible.
Up on the stage, Hunter gave his speech. Tears drip down his chin like water out of a faucet. The picture of Skyler next to her coffin looked very lively. She's smiling under the shining sun, with flower crown on her head.
As he cried, Celia nodded in agreement and wiped her tears.
On another chair, May and Finn are also crying. May put her head on Finn's shoulder, and they both seem to like it.
As Hunter sat down, Celia patted him on the shoulder.
When the ceremony is over, people are still around talking about how sad things have been.
May, Hunter and Finn walked out the church as May cried in Finn's comfort. When Hunter looked to the right, across the street, he saw Celia talking with a guy. The guys he saw at the party before the car-crash, the shadow he saw after the accident when he woke up and tried to look for help, and the reflection in the token glass he saw when he went to the accident site by himself
Hunter walked angrily to them and push him to the tree they're standing next to and pulled him up by his collars. "Hey! I saw you at the accident!"
In his memory, after Hunter tried to wake each of them up, he gave up. Suddenly, a silhouette appeared behind him. But when he turned around to see who it was, it disappeared...
Hunter pushed him harder against the tree, but this muscular guy didn't seem to mind. Hunter continued, "You meant for the cars to crash and left the other car there!"
"Did I ?"The stranger replied.
"Tell me who you are!"Hunter yelled right back.
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STORYTELLERS
FantasyFive friends join together to tell a story that becomes increasingly dangerous and frightening. When the events of their story begin to cross over between worlds, the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred.