An old friend.

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The carriage stopped when first light came.

The King opened the door. He grabbed me and yanked me out of the carriage.

We were at the Red castile.

I looked back at Vulcan.

Suddenly I felt light. All the darkness was gone. He had took it. Vulcan was trying to comfort me the same way I had him.

But I didn't want that. I wanted the Darkness. An old friend.

Because in the end that's all enemy's are, there're old friends.

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