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Ever since Luna could remember, electric blue eyes have haunted her dreams. In her dreams, a blue-eyed shadow figure saves her from a mysterious dark force that has been chasing her in her dreams for years. As she is getting closer to her 18th birthday, her dreams have been changing and the dark force has become more persistent. 

Who is this blue-eyed figure and why is the dark force after her?  Will someone rescue her from her dream-like reality?

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My legs are starting to ache and my feet are covered in cuts but the adrenaline is keeping me going. My hair whips my face as I am running as fast as my legs are willing to go. I feel the cold nipping at my heels and I know that the source of such coldness is catching up to me. Still pushing through, I'm weaving around trees, jumping over logs, but the feeling of being overtaken is clouding my senses. As I begin a losing battle to fight whats overtaking me, I trip on tree root and fly forward.

Barely catching myself in time, I try to stand up but my legs finally give out. As the coldness surrounds me I close my eyes ready for what's to come when a burst of heat comes from behind me. As the warmth grows stronger, my body begins to become warm again and I open my eyes to look at a dark misty cloud going farther away from me. I turn around to see who my savior is I am startled by the most electric blue eyes and my body starts to tingle from the gaze. 

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