I brought myself to look up in the boy's
eyes. His shaggy white hair flew in the wind around us. Then I looked in his eyes. His horrible, cold, piercing red eyes. It sent shivers down my spine. I went to run away, But I stopped myself. It wouldn't so any good. He would find me. I could go anywhere in the world and it wouldn't matter. He would find me. He was here forever. Was this what my father went through? Poor man. I looked at him and forced myself to smirk. Then, without a word, I pulled my sword out from my belt and swung, hitting his chest.
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My Demon
FantasyMaybe it was the fact that her father died when she was only ten, but it seems like darkness is drawn to Lea. Her father died from unknown causes. Almost as if he was never there at all. I say this because the police never did discover his body. Th...
