Running Through Time

Running Through Time

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They both have been running through time for centuries, together. They run from The Treaty, a council you don't want to get in the bad books with, but unfortunately for them, they have and it was all by accident. They never age, it was no mistake though, but it was a tragedy; they run and they don't usually look back, both Elita and Hertz have made friends throughout history, but it doesn't make them any less of a target. Throughout time and within space they journey on, running and running, they haven't stopped for many years; they long for the days of peace, when everything was normal; but that stupid Time Capsule messed it all up. Will they live for the run, or will the run out live them? amazing cover by @wanderrlust
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