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Shadow
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Ongoing, First published Jun 10, 2016
An orphan girl is running in a forest, when she trips, and is captured by a figure in a cloak.
When she wakes up she is greeted by a creature like a shadow, with eyes like round light bulbs, razer sharp teeth, and a gentle smile.


"Human is precious. Human is fragile." the creature says after putting it's forehead against her forehead and all she can do is sit wide eyes till the creature moves back smiles and then leaves her alone in the room trying to process it.
What shocks the girl more is her new personal servant telling her no one in the castle knows the creatures name, they all just call him Master or Sir, she's also told the creature is intelligent and his speech pattern will get better the more he trusts her.
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The Contract

28 parts Complete Mature

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)