A Furior Falling For The Enemy Great

5. a furior falling for the enemy great

School ended at 2:45, which gave me enough time to get my art supplies and get on my horse whom i named Luna to go for a ride in the woods. I love my

horse. I found her when going for a midnight run all scratched up almost dying. She's beautiful, with a coat as black as the night and white stripes in her hair

that made her look like a zebra. Her eyes were the best feature, they were silver, like mine. I believed that she can can see better in the dark as well. Maybe

that is why we get along so well. I didn't get a message from any tribe or coven to take care of a rogue, which is rare but soothing. It was beautiful. The water was

clear as day and a waterfall so relaxing that it put you at ease just hearing it, and different types of flowers around, it was nothing I have ever seen before. I

decided to stop here and let Luna drink some water while I sat up against a rock and drew. While drawing I started thinking about that drama teacher. he

seemed.........................different. As in he too is keeping a secret. His features looked delicate but strong at the same time. His hair, soft and flowy but crazy

and artistic. Wonderful that is what he is. A simply wonderful creation. However, I put these thoughts aside because he can never be mine. A furior can never

love someone for the person that they love will become their weakness and a furior is never weak but strong..................forever.

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i know it's short but i had to stop right there i will try and update soon. i promise that i will TRY. thank you for reading!