Ch.8 Rosalyn and Lock

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When Rosalyn Opened her eyes

She quickly found out her situation.

She was smart

She was the leader of the lasting mages on her side.

Her magic was honed to detect any differences

Any anomalys

She was in the past

A year before she ran away.

She spent this entire year planning to escape

Now she will spent this entire year planning.

She has a second chance

She died quick

She will not die as easily this time she has people to protect.

Her magic beats to tell her she is not alone

And Rosalyn Listens

                                                    

Lock opens his eyes

He has tears

Everything feels like a nightmare

He still remembers the pain of dying.

Just before

His Hyung Choi Han

His Noona Rosalyn

His King Alberu

His Annoyingly therapuetic friend Cale the count

And his faithful butler and swordsman Hans and Hilsman

The Best Cook ever Beacrox

Were sitting around with the surving people-soldiers

His Highness Alberu was a dark elf

But nobody cared

He fought hard he stayed with them when he could of gone into hiding with the other dark elves and regular elves

Or Work for White Star like some of the dark and regular elves do

They were many different types of people of Beasts

But nobody cared

Nobody cared if we were in war

We spend every night planning and laughing

We know we will die but yet we live

Lock was surrounded by family

One that took him in after he lost his birth family

We all had lost a family

Yet Was it a dream

Because right infront of him
Was his birth family

Was it seriously a nightmare!?

Did he fight for nothing?!

Survive for nothing!?

Did all those people die for nothing!?

Yet a voice in his head said it was not a dream nor a nightmare.

He looked around

He had to protect his tribe

He has to protect his new family as well.

Its a year before the killing the kidnapping of his family

Lock wants to fight

But he has chains

His Beast form has not been formed.

He also has chains of mind

He can't help but get to the feeling he should wait

For something....someone.

Someone-s

He can't help the feeling like the people he is waiting for.

Would tell him to play and enjoy his time.

To rest.

But How can he rest?

How could he be a teen again

But he has been broken from war.

Yet he feels pats of resurences that its fine

And a friend telling him kids should play and have fun.

And if his siblings Called him to play a game

And he quickly said yes and ran to them.

Then No One would know

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