

Demonic PrologeA girl ran through the forest around her village, her breathing frantic and the expression on her face panicked. She slowed, her grey eyes darting back and forth.Demonic Prologe
"GET HER!!" A man's voice shouted in the distance, making the small girl jump. She quickly squeezed her thin frame through a crack in a large tree, happy to find that it was hollow. The girl sunk to the ground, pulling her long dark hair out of her face. She watched in horror as a large crowd of villagers ran past her hiding place. After a few moments, when she was confident that she was relatively safe she reviewed what had happened. The girl remembered wakening
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In Deviantart, everyone is typical.
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Louie:
No, I don't sparkle in the sunlight. Why do people keep asking me that? It's borderline racist.
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Louie:
No, I don't sparkle in the sunlight. Why do people keep asking me that? It's borderline racist.
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