The Essence of Time | Tom Riddle
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Dark clouds cover the once-beautiful castle that many witches and wizards have called home. The once bricked walls and cobblestone floors were now engulfed in splatters of crimson red blood. Screams of anguish and cries of despair echoed throughout the corridors, holding those who once breathed of laughter and joy, now lay motionless.
The war was over, bodies were everywhere, tears were prominent, and the savior who was chosen was now at rest.
They have lost.
Evangeline clutched the necklace that was hanging from her neck, the once soft hands now filled with calluses shaking from the sight that she was witnessing.
She had to stop it, she had to bring them back.
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Will Evangeline succeed in the mission that was forced upon her? Will she be able to bring back the good news that everyone hoped to hear? Will she drown in her sorrows once she realizes the mess that we will inevitably encounter? Why is it that Tom Riddle seemed to affect her?
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