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On one hand, Danny couldn't have imagined it would weigh as heavy as it did. But on the other, the degree to which the man instigated and carried out the whole plan warrants no further explanation to anyone who fails to understand the gravity of the situation. That is, the weight of the man's lifeless body inside the bag that was to be thrown out to the sea at 2000 hours last night was not lifeless after all, and the man and Dean decided that they help him undo a wrong, and cast out, even possibly throw out the bodies of the ones who started this whole problem on the first place.
The weight of the helicopter was too much for her to bear. As she let out a whimper, she lets go of its tail and let it slowly disappear out of her vision, and below the clouds. Zora just failed her first simulation test.
The matters concerning the strange man holding the candlestick in the store captivated him. He no longer waited for information about him; he wanted to know more! And so he instigated a scheme amongst his friends, figuring they wouldn't mind. That is, until they find out what he's up to—what he's really up to.
Into the candlelit rooms full of silhouetted shadows behind curtains; atop the satin sheets scented with flowers, the woman with the dark hair and sultry eyes poised for her next move, a moment which he undoubtedly will regret but in every way deserve for breaking her heart.
It wasn't as if she has never tried to tell him about it. As a matter of fact, she had, numerous times in the past. But the secret was bigger than her, than both of them. Or has become bigger than both of them that telling him would be in direct disobedience to the law. Her father, who has for the longest time been trying to put a stop to the war, has been in the forefront of the town's off-kiilter scientific ventures, but needed more time to develop his ideas. What she has done, cannot be told, cannot be repeated to another person ever again. If only he would see it that way.
My hands ache to touch her soft skin again. Her smile that takes my breath away, her lashes that flutter like no other, shielding her beautifully dark brown eyes that wield bubbles of happiness to anyone who dares look into them. I fall victim to her, every single time. I wait for her to come back, every single day. I succumb to her completely; no one else can compete. My sweet niece of one— what hopes and chances await you for every single year of your life to come. ❤︎
Unbeknownst to her, the bottle with the Mysterious Smoke Potion was handed over by Dean to the man in question and were given orders to discontinue on his journey to save the princess from the giant flightless bird. But what the man didn’t know was Dean’s loyalty is so intense to her that anyone else would think he was just being utterly belligerent, if you came across him. Dean had another plan in mind. And it will cost a bird’s life. One he doesn’t particularly gives a care for. So on to the castle…
Unbeknownst to her, the bottle with the Mysterious Smoke Potion were handed over by Dean to the man in question and were given orders to discontinue on his journey to save the princess from the giant flightless bird. But what the man didn't know was Dean's loyalty is so intense to her that anyone else would think he was just being utterly belligerent, if you came across him. Dean had another plan in mind. And it will cost a bird's life. One he doesn't particularly gives a care for. On to the castle…
In the darkness of the night, Emilia took to the sand dunes and rallied the gang like the efficient leader that she is. And like a trooper she abandoned all unnecessary, trivial possessions she had in order to make room for her newly concocted potions, healing herbs, and the ever important grimoire in her pack. To fight this war, she needed to build an army. And to build an army, she needed a spell. A spell to bring back her town and the people who once lived in it, enchanted by the Lost King with his dark magic.
He took her hand and placed it on the left side of his rib section. She felt warmth but not from his body but from the blood seeping through his shirt. Every logical cell in her mind tried to disprove the reality of the situation, but it failed each time. Why, only a week ago she loathed the sight of this man, this man whose dogmatic ideas and arrogance towards all things 'small town' caused a major ruckus in their quiet country lives. But now she's kneeling over his dying body under the same tree where they first met. The knife went in too deeply and there was no help in sight. He tells her in a faint voice that it's going to be okay; asserting that he was right about the plan. She smiles at him with tears running down her cheeks. She will lie to him this time, this last time and she'll concede defeat. "You're right, you were right the whole time, Max," as he took his last breath.
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