All right well if you've read my dream then you will understand where this came from *sighs* R&R please!
Chapter 1: The room was beautiful, if you didn’t count the pool of blood steadily growing on the floor. He was lying there bloodied and beaten on that cherry hard wood floor gasping for breath. Barely living. Suddenly a shadow appeared in the room looking at the boy hungrily.
“Tut-tut, O’dear,” it said while picking up the boy and placing him gently on...
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