Ω Amber Ω

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Lonely, locked up, for years.

My powers have been taken away from me.

I sit on a bed made of plastic.

They tie me to it every night.

The shackles cut into my wrists and ankles.

The scraps of food they give me are not enough.

Can I survive much longer?

This little book I write in, how many pages will I be able to fill with my sorrowful words?

If only I hadn't agreed... but Rye, not more than a cub... not much of a life.

I had to give him a chance, a chance to live a worthy life...

But Brogan. Would he be able to survive without me?

He has Tanwyn...but is she reliable?

The man, so evil, so nefarious.

He destroyed my parents.

He destroyed my brother's life.

He destroyed my life.

He destroyed me.

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