Betrayal. Betrayal is something I know well. This whole thing was a set up, I have been plaid, she never cared about me. She just wanted me dead, and that's what was what was going to happen. As if I wasn't in enough pain already, she had to go and shoot me. I realized this stupid thing was carrying me and probably thought I was unconscious. So, being the idiot I am, I started squirming some more. Of course the thing smacked me in the head and I was out in seconds.
Groaning slightly, I felt myself hit the ground in a not so gentle way and soon I felt the arrow ripped from my shoulder. I leaned against the wall and looked up at my captor, at least I'm not in a cage, I thought silently. "So, your pathetic friend missed her shot pretty badly, hm?" I didn't say a word "Maybe you should have listened to your stupid shadow friend. Nobody can save you now." as if I didn't know that already. "I was set up. This whole thing was a set up. And I fell for it" I said, snarling. "Hardly set up, but you could still get your revenge"
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The Curse of Night
FantasyNight- is it good, or evil? Does it consider what others feel, or continue to murder, despite the pain people are put through? Is it even a thing, or it a person?
