The last Furie

The last Furie

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing2h 7m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 8, 2018
The wind howled and thorns hidden in the clean-cut grass tore at her bare feet as she ran. Her blue silk dress was torn and stained with red and her black hair flew wildly behind her. A desperate fear drove her flight. A fear powered by the knowledge that if she failed, she would surely die. As she ran, a strange and ancient power came to life within her veins.
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[Completed] Alien staggered to her, but then he didn't find it easy to look her. Her face had been blackened and she was writhering in pain, smoke issuing out her sweaty body. Holes started to appear in the white dress she was wearing. Her eyes, which seemed they could pop out of their socket anytime, kept darting at Alien as if she wanted to tell him something. She held out her blackened hand to Alien. Alien was going to touch it when suddenly her whole body burst into fire and turned ashes like magic. Alien stepped back, and looked around. There were nomore monsters, but the ashes in their places. Xerxis was the only villain that hadn't caught fire and her corpse lay unharmed by anything but the sword. With smokes wafting from the ashes and the tent that had caught fire, the place was stuffed with smokey mist now. Alien found it difficult to breathe in there. Now he was a free man he could walk out the tent. But before he left, there was something he needed to do.

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