Down The Rabbit Hole

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   A chilly breeze swept through, grasses and trees swaying in the cold. Flashes of white bounce through the forest, only to stop at a lone oak.

 
  "I'll be back...." A whisper drifted across the wind, to be lost in the brushes of leaves.

   "Avavell! Avavell, where are you?!" Yelled a brown-haired boy, hands cupped around his mouth.

  "I swear I'm going to kill him! One day... One day..." He muttered, stomping angrily back to an oak porch.

 
   Avavell, a white-haired boy who was in the forest, repeated the words, "I'll be back...." One last time, before plummeting into the rabbit hole.

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