The Draconic Evolution

The Draconic Evolution

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Driving down the solitary road into what she could only deem as no man's land for there was not a light, a car, or another soul in sight, the blonde woman expressed her frustration momentarily through her gold glowing eyes before the familiar sparkle of hazel returned. All her life her eyes flashed exposing a quick golden color when she was angry, or an ice blue when she was happy and excited, sometimes the color lingered and other times with a blink of an eye it disappeared. People found it frightening but for Emma Swan, it was normal. Although, when she was angry, it felt as if there was some big dark spectrum deep within her that wanted to release its fury into the world.
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These are strange and perilous times. The Orange Moon looms over the earth, all hidden things emboldened by its numinous glow. Zee, a woman hardened by the harsh realities of such a world, and her daughter, Tully, bright-eyed and yet to lose hope, make their way across the treacherous land, searching for a place to rest - no more running, no more hiding. Their journey brings them to Hope Town, a place of colourful buildings and cobblestone streets. Encountering a kind sheriff who offers them a place to rest, Zee and Tully begin to wonder if this is all too good to be true. For as the wind blows through the empty streets, questions begin to rise of why so few people populate the large town. Where is everyone? What happened to this place? The wind continues to blow, the eerily quiet streets screaming their warning: Run.

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