My name is Sora. I died at age 104. When I went to heaven, I was given a choice- to be related to myself, have the same name as myself and be my daughters daughter. I chose this. I was sent into the world. Into my mansion. It was mine in both lives...
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We ran in the midst of the dark night. Bugs and gnats flew around our heads as we ran toward the city. "THERE!" We skidded to a stop. Four wolves were in front of us, and I could make out their black fur, and brown eyes. "WE are the Unchanging Spirits." They snarled. "WE RESIST EVERYTHING YOU MAY TRY TO SUBDUE US!" They spoke in unison, their voices combining. One of them stood out above the rest, with one of their paws colored white. I decided this meant that wolf had a little bit of good in him. "I'm Champ." Champ said. "I'm Bern." The black wolf stepped toward me, but I could barely see him through the night. The last wolf's name was Slash. Champ, Bern and Slash were the Unchanging Spirits, meaning we had found them. "We need you to come with us." Suddenly, I found myself being carried between the three wolves. I was looking at Champ's white spotted paw, which was turning whiter by the minute. Blake and Jello weren't trying to save me or anything, because they were frozen in place. I was horrified. Who would do something like this?
