The Carnage of War

The Carnage of War

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I sat in a large dark room, my heart beating between my ears at a pace that even I couldn't keep track of. From in front of me, a large screen lit up. I looked at the blank white page in front of me until suddenly a voice rang out from it. So loud that for a moment my ears rang. As I came back to my senses, I noticed words had appeared on the screen and a voice was reading a title. "Please choose your class." A robotic female voice said to me. Seconds passed of me standing in shock. "Please choose your class." The voice said once more, just as patient as before. I read over the three choices: 'Cheerer, Builder, and Warrior' "Please choose your class." The voices reminded me once more. I squinted my eyes at the bright screen as I read the short descriptions underneath each choice. I held up a shaky hand my heart beating faster than ever. "Please choose your-" The voice suddenly cut off as my finger rested on the choice that read: 'Warrior'
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I ran as fast as I could. " you can't run away from me forever sweetheart, you are mine." He said, " what do you want from me?" I screamed at the top of my voice. I was frightened. "Isn't it obvious by now?" He asked but it was more of a statement. Suddenly, he was in front of me making me stop abruptly. He placed his hand on my face, and his fingers pierced into my skin, drawing out blood, I winced in pain. He brought his face close to mine. "You, I want you, Deva," Following that, he disappeared into thin air. My eyes flew open. My breathing was faster than usual. I had been dreaming. "It's him... Again" I whispered. "He's the one turning my dreams into nightmares." He's been doing this since the day I turned 15. I'm Deva Devona, a 20-year-old princess and the only daughter of Queen Devina. I grew up without the love of a mother. My Mother, Queen Devina, is a very powerful witch whose only worry is her kingdom. She's very powerful so she's feared by many including werewolves, vampires, and demons. Demons... Excluding the man who has been tormenting me in my dreams, even my mother fears him which means whoever he is, he's a mighty being. Little things I could gather of him told me he was indeed a very powerful person. The most powerful person in the world.

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