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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She was going to die. I could tell. I ran to my friend, and sat by her side. "Galactical, I'm going to help you." I promised. I flew her to camp, running with her, ignoring all the other wolves shouts.
Blake ran after me. "Sky, I'm so sorry, I should've known, I could've saved her I-" "Blake! Just-Just go away!" I ran faster. Blake stopped running, watching me go on. He whined. Then, he ran into the forest. I couldn't chase him. Instead, I took Galactical to the doctor, and washed her entrails, and healed the rest of her wounds. She would need to rest for weeks. once I knew she'd be alright, I ran after Blake. "Hey! Wait up!" He stopped and turned around. "You clearly don't need me." He spat. He huffed and ran away. "YOWCH!" I got stung by a bee on my back left leg. I went to the doctor wolf. She healed it. Then, I went to my house, which was in the village, and changed into Sora. I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about Galactical's wounds.
