Prologue

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  "Just run as fast as you can, try not to chat! Not the greatest time, ok?", Eliah says, obviously not calm at all. We were running from the unknown beast straight out of our nightmares. Literally. She was hardly panting, girl's got some lungs. Legs, too. I, on the other hand, was a whole different story. I was panting so hard that I was tired of breathing. I wanted this to be over, I NEEDED this to be over! Eliah wasn't even on my mind now. At least her features weren't. Although she's beautiful, all that was on my mind right now was keeping her safe. From the beast.... and herself.

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