3: The dead is alive

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(Shadows pov)

    I held my sword tight as bloodlust craved through my body. I wanted her dead and for good. She will no longer be saved.


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(Sonic pov)

We made it to a cottage that a little racoon girl was sweeping the porch. She was the one humming the song. She saw me and started to run but shadow got to her first.

"Where is she?? Where is the witch?" Shadow hissed.

"I dont know!" The girl wailed.

"Shadow stop-" I begged but he continued to shake her.

"Tell me or I'll-" shadow for punched away. He landed at my feet.

"Get away from her or I'll knock you down to your feet. " A country voice hissed.



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