Hidden Mystery
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Nashitah, is a young lady that is about to start collage , Nawfal is a 26year old Soldier.
NASHITAH
Nashitah is a young girl whose life is full of mysteries. Who believe in so many unimaginable things. Who likes to try so many unthinkable things.
NAWFAL
You could not hear a thing but the sound of bird chirping rhythmically in the empty space of nowhere, wolf's howling, fox's jumping which makes me think of the world am in. We normally meet in a beautiful place with alot of flower scenery with alot of beautiful creatures. When ever we meet I always feel at ease, as she calls me her grandson . The most amazing thing is how young she looks but she never allow me to see her face, she have a very beautiful hair I like her golden brown hair. she always dressed beautifully in so many different colors making her already beautiful skin glow even better am I possessed I always wonder, I was heat by something very hard in the chest making me spat out some blood I look at her in Horror, I mean she is the woman who always call her self my grandmother. But to my surprise she looks different from what I know her, she is dressed in a dark shade of black royalty olden days attire, looking so dirty her normal golden brown hair have some dark shade of red on it. Her laughter brought me out of the track I got stock in . "Grandma" I called out to her " don't call me that" she shouted making the birds to flyaway and the animals near by to generate a sound "THE KINGDOM OF KAYDEN, I will make them pay, find her.. find her, find her..... maybe, just maybe her live will be different from mine, after all you look just like him. She slapped him twice acrose the face before disappearing. He wakes up from his dream panting and sweating with one hand on his face and the other on his chaste. That was scary.
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