The Witching Hour

The Witching Hour

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"Stella!" she yelled, but it was no use. I couldn't hear her over the loud pulsing vibration of the bright orbs that surrounded me. "Stella, please!" a deep, but very familiar longing voice said behind me. His voice somehow stopped the process. I felt all of my power drain from me. Then I woke up.
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His heart skipped what seemed like a thousand heavy beats as his body dropped down through the sky. His hair flew back out of his face but the sharp wind forced him to squeeze his eyes shut, leaving him blinded as he flailed his hands and feet frantically, trying to grasp something...anything. But there was nothing. A long, helpless yell escaped his throat as he managed to pry his eyes open, only being welcomed by the view of the nearing ground below him, making him panic even more than before....

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