"Let's go outside," May said.
She stood up and Hunter followed her.
"If you ever want someone to talk to," she said, smiling at Hunter, "I'm always here for you."
They walked into May's backyard.
"Thanks," Hunter sat down on the couch.
There are lights out here, there are couches, and there's a table for May's mom possession - the Japanese sword.
May stood in front of Hunter, Hunter said, "But really, I'm okay."
"You're not okay, you're Hunter Crowley. Everyone in this town would be killed if it wasn't for you."
"I doubt that," Hunter replied.
May put her wine on the table, which holds the sword.
"And plus, I'm leaving in a few weeks. This town will forget all about me. Everyone will restart their lives."Hunter said, looking up in the sky.
Next to him, May ran her finger across the sword.
Hunter continued, "I won't be the same Hunter Crowley no more."
May turned to face Hunter, with her hand still behind her, she picked up the sword and pulled it out from its scabbard.
The shining blade reflected the light from the moon.
May looked at him, "Oh, really?"
She pulls the entire blade out.
And then the door opened. It was Finn and Skyler, coming out from inside.
She pushed the sword back into its scabbard...
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STORYTELLERS
FantasyFive friends join together to tell a story that becomes increasingly dangerous and frightening. When the events of their story begin to cross over between worlds, the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred.
