Fate
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Fantasy
I died, and came back to life with a new, paler complexion and pointy ears. Me and her. More valuable than gold. So we hid ourselves in whatever cloaks we walk upon - this went on until we were caught. We were the hunted and they were the hunters with only two choices. Hide us, or turn us in.
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Broken

I close my eyes. I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die. Suddenly, I feel my stomach drop and my head start to spin. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I try to breathe, but my mouth is dry. The sickening feeling continues for about a minute, then it stops. I open my eyes; I'm not dead... Yet.

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