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" I plunge the sword into the beast's leg, and it sinks to the hilt. A revolting smell hits me as the blood sprays my face. I wipe it off with my sleeve and retrieve my weapon. The monster bellows in pain as I run back toward my rock shelter. It stumbles about the field and I signal my teammate to shoot her bow at it. She lands a blow in its mid-back, and it screams out again." (Sorry I don't have a title yet) When Letha meets a strange guy on the run, she is faced with the task of taming his attitude and making him into a teammate. But he likes to do this things his way, and will do almost anything to make Letha's life difficult. (I'm bad at summaries, hopefully I'll have a better one later)
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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