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Prince with Memory Loss

TheBluePhoenix101

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TheBluePhoenix101

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I see a pretty big red blotch, I also see it's on my hands as well. It looks a lot like blood? It was as if on que, I start to feel an immense pain throughout my chest - like someone stabbing with an athame multiple times - at which time I swiftly clench the right side of my chest. 
I try to remember who, when, why I was shot but I can't remember, I can't remember anything.
I carefully peer into the woods, to see a bunch of big, dark, yellow glowing eyes. 

"What are they!?" I mentally scream.  

"They are wolves, werewolves!"

"Run!" I run as fast as I can through the forest in the opposite direction. I don't look back to see if they're chasing me although I don't need to, I can hear their growls with the sticks breaking as they chase after me. I'm starting to get sore, tried, also I can't breathe properly, still I have to keep going. Thud!!! I land on the ground, realising that the wolves caught up to me, knocking me over. I skid in the cold, gooey mud, trying to get up, except, I'm too weak and for that reason I can only sit on my knees. Peering up I see dark, yellow glowing eyes staring straight at me, I move my head in every direction only to see glowing yellow eyes staring at me. I shut my eyes tightly in fear of what they might do to me, in that instant it happens.All Rights Reserved

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