Forever

Forever

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We were hunted down, enslaved, killed for their satisfaction and pleasure. They were animals and we were the innocent once, only trying to survive. That's what they told me. - Emma was always told that the human population was being hunted down like prey and that the only way to survive was to run. So for as long as she can remember that's what her family had done, never staying in one place for more than a year, never making attachments, and always looking over their shoulder. So while others lived their lives, they ran. From what? Werewolves. The Alpha king took no prisoners and had no mercy, he ruled with a tight fist, Some hated him for it, many feared him, and a few loved him. He was born out of heartbreak and death and that is all he swears he can give out to the world because that is all he was given by it. But what if that changes? "This.... This is Forever."
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Hunted, she thought. She was being hunted. She cried as she tripped once more, her foot catching on a log, and in that one falter, the soldier was upon her. Instantly he roughly pinned her down with a knee to her back and held a strong hand to the back of her neck. Ofelia, immediately burst into tears, thick sobs escaping to the forest. "Pa!", She yelled, weeping into the snow, "...Pa." The soldier sighed and waited. "Sir!", The same voice from before bellowed, "We must get moving!" Ofelia continued to yell out, screaming into the earth, but he only waited. He was cold. Angry. The Frost upon his knee digging into her back. Ofelia could feel his impatience, his irritation at her outburst. She laid there sobbing until she could sob no more. Until the heartbreak seeped into horror. Until she lay there staring at the roots instead. Only then, after a slow and resounding silence, did the soldier lift his knee off her, dragging her up by her arm. Ofelia followed.

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