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Prologue
There is a war going on, a war unseen to most all humans even though they fight in it everyday. It is the war between good and evil and I fight at the front lines, defending the light and defeating the dark. It seemed like there weren’t that many of us fighting for the light side though. The demons on the Earth are rising in power and the creatures of humans worst nightmares have become reality. These creatures lurk in the shadows of life, waiting, watching for all opportunities to cause death and destruction. The age of the Earth itself is ending, all that are good struggle to gain an upper hand in the war, but we are surrounded, cornered, and weary. Good has always and will always prevail, but then why does it somehow feel like we are fighting a losing battle?
I’m not exactly fully human. Me and others of my kind come from a line of Warriors and Guardians charged with the task of protecting the good from the bad. It is something we have been doing since the dawn of time when God cast down the devil along with his followers. No one knows of us yet many see us everyday. We are strong, quick, and smart; we have to be. We hunt the most dangerous of prey. We call ourselves the Xantu.
Chapter 1
The steady tempo of New York rhythmically beat under my paws. If anyone would have noticed me on the crowded streets they would have only thought me to be a stray dog. A lanky, black German Shepherd, sniffing around for her next meal. In all actuality though I was something much different than just a dog, and it wasn’t my next meal I was searching for. But, most people only tend to see what they want to see.
The scent I was following was sickly-sweet. I hoped to find the thing that left the trail, before it found someone else. Someone else to kill. Already it had been massacring innocent people, for no real reason other than because it could. The thing was a demon, my whole life had revolved around the foul creatures. It was my charge, it was the charge of all my kind, to protect the living world from them. You couldn’t exactly kill a demon, only send it back to the depths of hell. It wasn’t an easy task, but it was my life.
Away from the crowded streets and down deserted roads the scent went. I followed, the hair on my back beginning to stand on ends, as I knew I was getting dangerously close.
I heard a deep, dark laugh that seemingly came from no where. I growled and looked around.
“Up here, mutt.” Something hissed. I looked up and saw a human-looking demon perched on an old lamp post.
“Come down and dance.” I tempted the demon, smiling a wicked looking flash of teeth. What a deadly thing, to tempt a demon. It wouldn’t pass up a chance to kill one of my kind, he knew exactly what I was.
It jumped down, making no sound as it landed on the pavement. Its appearance twisting from an goth looking teenager into into something much more terrifying though still somewhat human looking. With pointed teeth it hissed. I also changed, from the tame looking dog into a large black wolf.
Shaking my head, my fur caught the sunlight and made my pelt gleam. My peircing green eyes locked onto the demon with morbid intent.
I circled it, curling my lips up to reveal my deadly, lengthening canines. My sharp claws scraped the concrete and itched to lodge themselves into demon flesh.
It jumped at me, its pointed, black nails scraping my left shoulder as I dodged. I swung myself back around fast and lept for the throat. Now I was fast, I was fast in a way no human eye could even track, but so was the demon. It tried to duck sideways but I managed to sink my teeth into it’s shoulder. The thing’s scream was sharp as oddly cold blood bathed my fangs. I shook my head viciously and heard bones cracking, the demon franticly tore at my mouth with it’s nails and finally, I had to let go. We circled each other once again, it’s left arm hanging limply, my face torn and bloody. It lunged at me again, this time I reared up on my hind legs and slapped the thing in the face like a cat might. My claws tore flesh and sent the demon flying several feet. Yowling, it hauled itself to its feet and looked back at me. It’s eyes gleamed black. I lowered my head and snarled.
It looked at me and cocked its head, crimson blood dripping from it's wounds. In a dark voice it spoke, “You will die today.”
I gave a short laugh that sounded like a growl, “Good luck with that.”
I ran and jumped, quickly finding the neck of the beast in my jaws before it had a chance to retaliate. I didn’t waste time, I yanked violently sideways and snapped it’s neck. Then I jumped back and watched as the demon writhed and finally lay still. In another blink of an eye it completely disappeared. The only remnants of it’s existence where the gashes on my muzzle and shoulder and the dark blood that dyed my teeth. An familiar feeling of satisfaction came over me, but it was mixed with sorrow of the lives lost and dread of the demons still roaming the earth. I sighed as my body relaxed back into the form of the black dog.
“Impressive.” I heard a voice say behind me. I froze, nothing ever snuck up on me, that was my job. But in a splint second it hit me. There was only one creature that could catch me by surprise. So I turned slowly, my shoulder aching in protest, and stood face to face with another Xantu.
I eyed him cautiously, in his own dog form he was also a shepherd. A chocolate, brindle color and bigger than I was. He had a smug, toothy grin on his face as if he was proud of himself for some reason or another. I didn’t meet his eyes though, in fact I probably appeared like I was looking through him. I growled deep in my throat. Xantu weren’t in the habit of dropping in on one another to exchange pleasantries, there was a motive somewhere.
“Easy there,” He said soothingly, taking a step back, “I don’t want trouble, just sensed a commotion.” The Xantu smiled slyly. I didn’t speak, I didn’t believe him.
“Don’t trust me?” He asked quizzically, although I was sure he knew the answer.
“Not as far as I can throw you.” I snapped with disdain.
“Well now that would be a bit of a stretch for a first meeting, don’t you think?” He asked raising an eyebrow, I finally meet his eyes, a deep brown color swirled with light honey. I quickly looked away from his intensely amused gaze. He thrilled a laugh “I mean, you could probably throw me, what, 30 feet give or take?”
I cocked my head at the odd statement, then shook it as if I would so to rid myself of an annoying gnat. “You’re running out of my patience, what do you want?” I demanded, tense as he circled me.
“Nice gash on your shoulder there. Demon claws, nasty things aren’t they?” He said, more so talking to himself than me. He came to sit in front of me, cocking his head as if in thought. “Well, I’d like to know why I’ve never seen you at a Gathering.” .
I winced inwardly, “Because I’ve never been to one.” Our kind only came together every other year, we called it the Gathering. My father had told me all about it, even though I was too young at the time to go to one. Of course he had known all about them, he had been the Alpha over all the Xantu, the one who called such meetings in the first place. My mother had died giving birth to me, and my Dad had died horrifically, I tried not to remember the sickening incident... My aunt took me in for a while, taught me what my late father had been cut off from teaching me, but she was also killed soon after. Then I had gone off on my own. Only running into the stray Xantu here and there. Mine was a rather tragic story.
“Quite a tragic thing.” He said, and for a beat I thought he had read my thoughts, but he went on, “May I ask why you haven’t been?” curiosity bathed his words.
I gazed at him in silence for a few moments, trying to figure him out. Though he seemed polite and charming there was an air of utter mystery about him, and it made me uneasy. Although there was also something about him that keep me from running away, like I usually did when confronted by one of my own kind.
“No, you may not.” I finally told him. Not feeling like having a heart-to-heart with someone I had just meet.
“Fair enough I suppose. Can I at least ask for your name? I’m Zane” He said seemingly genuine.
I growled quietly for a second before I decided to respond, “Alexis.”
“Alexis.” He said, saying my name slowly, “A strong name. Did you know it means ‘defender’ in Greek?”
“No, but thanks for the fun fact.” I said with dry sarcasm. It was getting dark, it was time for me to move on, I never stayed in one place for long. Zane followed my gaze to the setting sun between the sky rises.
“Something tells me you have somewhere to be.” He said looking back to me, “As do I.” He smiled deviously, whirled, and took off. Leaving as mysteriously as he had appeared.
I stood puzzled. Most of the company I had shared was with humans, now I was beginning to understand why. Xantu were just down right odd…. Even though, still I felt a pang of loneliness at the wonder of when I might again see one. Even though I tried to forget it sometimes, I was still a Xantu.
I later fond myself outside a restaurant on the outskirts of NY. There wasn't anything special about it, it was just an ordinary little pub called "Beckman's". It didn't seem to fit in with the rest of the extraordinary place in the big city. That was why I liked it.
I changed myself, into the third and last form of a Varg, a human. I was a black haired girl, dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans. It amazed me how when I changed human that I was always wearing the clothes I had worn last time I had been in that form. I wasn’t sure where my clothes went in between changing but it was extremely convenient. My slight but muscular figure didn’t give away anything of what I really was as I walked inside. The people who had been blind to my existence as a dog, now acknowledged me with sideways glances they thought I didn't notice. I took a seat at a booth in the corner.
“Just water please.” I said smiling as the waitress came over.
She smiled as well, nodded, and walked off.
I sighed and put my head in my hands. Where would I go next? I wasn’t too sure, but I was sure that were ever it was I would find myself, danger would find me there as well. Varg could live incredibly long lives, I wondered how I was going to make it to old age. I was already feeling run down and I was only about 17 years old.
When the waitress returned with my water I thanked her, took a swig, and let my mind drift. I could hear every conversation going on in the restaurant, I could even hear all their heart beats and breaths. If I listened even harder I could hear thoughts, humans were so careless with them. They spoke so loud in their heads that I could often hear them like they were being said out loud. It wasn’t that way with Xantu, we tended to keep our thoughts to ourselves. Then something caught my attention, someone with a determined step to their pace walked straight towards me. I got ready to jump up and leave with a quickness that no human would notice.
Move and I kill someone. An abnormally strong voice said directly at me. I thought about the mother and her two children to my right, the young couple behind me on their first date, the man sitting alone, trying to figure out a way to tell his wife he had just lost his job.
I froze, I was not about to let someone die because of me. Something about the man approaching me made me believe he would do what he said.
When he got beside me he put a hand on the small of my back, the hand was holding something sharp, a knife. I didn’t look at him.
“Do what I say or I’ll stick this knife in your spine.” He said so lowly that only I could have heard him, “Now stand up and come with me.”
He pressed the knife hard to my back when I reached in my pocket, I didn’t dare to make a sound of pain. He eased the pressure when I only pulled out some money to put on the table. I stood, keeping my face expressionless as he lead me out of the restaurant and around the side of the building.
“Now, you’re just going to sleep for a while.” He whispered darkly into my ear. Before I had the chance to change and attack he stabbed something into my back, and it wasn’t the knife. It was a needle, I cringed as the man quickly drove it deep in my back and injected me with something. I tried to change, tried to turn and fight, but my whole body went numb. I couldn’t feel myself fall, and I couldn’t fell my unconscious body crumple lifelessly onto the concrete.
Chapter 2
I woke up with a groan, quickly realizing that I was in a standing position with chains around my wrists and hooked to the steel-cold wall to kept me up. It was pitch black in the room, even with my excellent vision, I couldn’t see much. All I knew was that it was a square, bland room, with a door on the opposite wall of me.
What the heck do they want with me?! I thought to myself. I mean, why not just kill me? In my short life I had made a lot of enemies, but that didn’t explain why I was being held hostage. There wasn’t anything I had that had any worth to it.
Before I had a chance to think on it anymore the large, heavy sounding door swung open. Lights flicked on and I squinted at the sudden light. A man walked in, the same one who had taken me from the restaurant. Though seeing him now he didn’t seem completely human, he looked much stronger. He was also holding a club-looking thing in his hand. My day was just getting better by the minute…
“Who are you?” he asked in a deep voice.
“Who am I?!” I shouted, “Who are you?!”
That got me an incredibly strong whack in the face with the club. Now if he had been just a human, he couldn’t have done more than maybe give me a bruise. But this guy hit and I felt the left side of my jaw dislocate. I wanted to yell out in pain, but I refused. I’d had worse than this. I just had to wait until he decided to grow a pair and unchain me… Then there’d be real pain for him.
Despite my body screaming in protest, I quickly jerked the muscles in my mouth and popped my jaw back in place. Xantu healed incredibly fast - in fact, my injuries from the demon were completely healed by now -. I didn’t want to have to re-break my jaw and fix it later after it healed crooked… Then again, I didn’t even know if I’d last until later at this point.
“Ouch” I said simply, the word itself bringing me pain. It was a shame I couldn’t get out of these chains, turn wolf, and rip off that arm holding the club.
“Would you like to answer the question now?” Club-man asked.
I spat a bit of blood at his feet, then spat out some sarcasm, “Would you like to tell me what you want now?”
Again he swung at my head. I cringed, much to my displeasure. This time he hit the corner of my left eye. I heard the cracking of my eye socket as the club smashed against my face. Why did I have to be so dang stubborn.
“You can keep asking me questions and hitting me with that club, but all you‘re going to get out of it is a bloody floor you‘ll have to clean up later.” I told him defiantly, trying to keep my tone level, the gray floor already painted with splatters of my blood.
I wasn’t about to tell this whack-job anything. Why did he want to know who I was anyway? If he had went to all the trouble of kidnapping me and giving me my own special torture room, you’d think he’d at least know my name.
Once more he whirled the club around and slammed me in the ribs. I might have doubled over from the pain but the chains kept me up. I hissed in a breath.
“I let you think for a bit.” He said sinisterly.
"Yeah, and close the door on you're way out." I growled flashing teeth to sharp to be completely human.
The expressionless man threw the club over his shoulder and walked out of the room, shutting the lights off and leaving me in the dark once again.
I was alone for what seemed like days, although I actually think it was only hours, when I heard a slight commotion going on beyond the door to my room. I didn’t think much of it until I heard someone messing with the padlock on the steel door. I braced myself, standing up tall and setting my sore jaw hard, shuddering inwardly. The door was thrown open and I squinted and didn’t exactly believe what I saw.
“I swear, I just downright impress myself.” He said, dropping the picked padlock to the floor. I wouldn’t have recognized him if I hadn’t looked in his eyes, they were brown and golden swirled with an utterly sly look to them. He was in his human form.
“Zane?” I asked wearily.
“That’s what they call me.” He said distractedly, he closed the steel door and locked it from the inside. I wondered what he was doing as he leaned against the door and thought for a moment. Meeting my baffled gaze, he didn’t look worried, but he did look a bit rushed.
“We need to get out of here.” Zane said flicking on the light and strolling over to me.
“What was your first clue? The blood or the chains?” I asked glaring at him.
He found my remark amusing, he laughed “Black eye, busted lip, chained to a wall, and yet you still save energy for sarcasm.” He stood in front of me with his arms crossed, tall and buff he was as a human. His hair, much like his canine coat was a deep brown and had natural highlights of lighter brown.
“And broken ribs.” I added.
“I’m guessing he was playing bad cop…“ He looked down at me and frowned a tad.
“...Not that I don’t love being chained to a wall, but would you mind, I don’t know, unchaining me?” I asked him, blowing a piece of my wavy black hair out of my face.
He smiled, showing stunningly white teeth “I was just waiting for you to ask politely, but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen.” Zane stepped close to me and reached around me to the chains. I sucked in a silent breath, I had never been so close to another Varg my age in my life. I wasn’t sure if it was his smell or what but something about him was calming, that both intrigued and frightened me.
His arm brushed my injured ribs and I flinched.
“Ahh, sorry, almost….” he breathed down my neck. He was using a little piece of silver something to pick the lock on my chains. “Got it.” The chains fell to the floor; for a second t felt like I would fall limp to the floor, but I managed to keep my footing, not as weak as I figured I'd be. I rolled my shoulders and rubbed my wrists.
“Why are you here?” I asked him quizzically.
“Well, I was just going for a midnight stroll when I heard of a damsel in distress.” he raised an eyebrow at me as I narrowed my eyes. But he went on, “And being the heroine I am, I couldn’t just leave a lady in chains.”
I stared blankly at him.
“Yeah, I don’t even believe myself, but we need to go. I got in here pretty quietly but something tells me they’ll notice if the prisoner tries to walk out.” He told me getting ready to open the door. I felt a tingling sensation go over me as I changed into a wolf.
“Oh they’ll notice me, they won’t be able to stop me though.” I said, my voice had a bit of a growl to it. My ribs twisted oddly when I changed and I grudgingly realized that they would need to be fixed later.
Zane gave a short, humorless laugh, “Just follow me out.” He opened the door and changed into a brindle wolf.
Standing just outside the door was a human holding a long dagger. The easiest way to kill a Xantu was a stab through the heart. So, they had all the props, great.
Zane wasted no time, about 4 ½ feet at the shoulder he was taller than the man as he reared up and slammed him to the ground before the human had the chance to blink. The man’s head hit the floor hard, rendering him unconscious. More people where coming up the dim lighted halls, unusually fast. They smelt like and looked like humans but something about the was just plain evil.
“Come on!” Zane growled as he set off like a shot down the hall in front of us. I followed, people trying to grab me from every angle. We ran until one of the men managed to tackle me. Now, I was big as a wolf, about 4 feet at the shoulder so it took a lot of strength to be able to jump and pin me. But these things didn’t know how to use their strength as well as I could use mine.
I twisted quickly in his grasp and kicked him in the stomach with my powerful hind legs, it sent him flying into a wall, yowling like a cat. I felt something grab the back of my neck and pull me up. I was about to rip out the throat of what had done it when I noticed it was Zane,
“Let’s go Princess!” He told me turning to run again. I followed.
We where going pretty good, dodging attacks, the halls seemed to go on forever though. Finally I could smell trees and I knew we where getting close to an exit. Zane ran straight for another door when another human got in between us and our freedom.
We both slid to a stop as the man pointed a gun to Zane’s head.
“She’s ours!” The man screamed at Zane… I felt like I was in the middle of a custody battle.
Zane tilted his head, staring down the barrel of the handgun. Then he looked at me, and back at the gunman.
“No, I don’t believe she is.” Zane said, way too calmly. I saw the man’s finger twitch and without thinking I leapt for the gun. I heard the shot and Zane fell before I slammed, mouth first, into the man’s hand. I crunched both the gun and his hand with a powerful bite. The man didn’t scream but caught my throat with his other hand and shoved me against the wall. I lost hold of his hand and tried desperately to score him with my claws, but he just pushed me harder and harder against the cold wall. I thought I was about to black out when the man was suddenly thrown to the ground. I fell on all fours and almost smiled, it was Zane.
Zane quickly snapped the man’s neck with a simple jerk of his neck and it was done with.
“I thought he just shot you?” My voice sounding a bit stunned.
“Nope, he missed.”
I didn‘t have time to question that, “Lets get out of here then.”
He walked over to the door and shoved it hard, opening it. Light and the smells of nature flooded in. I could hear more people running down the halls towards us.
Zane looked back at me smiling cunningly, “Try and keep up with me.”
He bolted out the door and I was right on his heels. Wherever we where, it sure wasn’t NYC. We ran into a forest leaving the men to wallow in their defeat.
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I enjoyed running, even if it hurt me greatly at the moment, I still loved it. There was a certain freedom to it. My paws ate up the ground in long strides, trees whizzed by only saw as blurs. Stretching my muscles out like this made my body feel more alive.
Moonlight bathed my body, I was made for the night. My pitch-black fur blending perfectly with the dark scenery.
“What where those things?” I asked Zane as we ran, my voice sounding choppy due to the pace.
“Cursed ones. They’re humans that have made a pact with the devil. They give satan their souls and service in exchange for a demon’s powers and knowledge.”
“Well that’s awful.”
“They can break the contract at any time, they just…” he seemed to ponder it for a moment, “Choose not to.”
The more I ran the more the pain in my ribs grew, my gait became more uneven and my breathing, labored. Zane noticed.
“Your ribs?” he guessed slowing down to a stop.
I simply nodded. He walked around me and stopped on my left.
“No wonder it hurts, there’s a rib sticking out of you.” he said matter-of-factly.
“Can’t have that.” I said changing human, considering the break would be easiest to fix in that state. I sat on the forest floor leaning against a tree and pulled my shirt up a bit to see a rib poking out of my skin, dried blood sticking to the skin around it. I gingerly put my hand over the rib, preparing to break it and shove it back into place. For a second I hesitated, wondering if I could get it right from my angle.
“Want me to do it?” I looked up and saw Zane directly in front of me, he had a slight glint of worry in his eyes. I noticed how his pelt also seemed to disappear into the night, the black, brindle strips breaking up his figure to the weak eye.
“No, but I don’t want it to hurt more than it has to either.” I sighed honestly.
“Okay then.” In a split second he sat beside me as a human. I might have jumped if I couldn’t have thought quickly enough to know that a sudden movement would further injure me.
I tensed up and closed my eyes, one hand holding my shirt up, and the other biting into the tree.
He chuckled, I opened my eyes to scowl at him, amusement lit up his eyes.
“Trust me, Alexis” he said softly. I shivered as a few of his fingers brushed the skin around my rib.
“I’ll count to three. One, two,” I sucked in a breath as he went on, “three.”
Nothing happened.
Zane repositioned his fingers on my rib gently. I let my breath out shakily.
“I thought you said-”
Before I could finish he shoved and cracked my rib, putting it back in place. I almost punch him in “reflex”.
“Owww” I hissed. “You said you’d count to three.” I doubled over slightly.
“I did count to three,” he said innocently, “I never said I’d fix it on three.”
I looked at him dryly. Straightening
“What? You know, its easier and less painful to fix a broken bone if you’re not tense.” Zane told me, leaning back beside me, against the tree.
“Well Thanks.” I said grudgingly.
He smiled smugly, “You’re quite welcome.”
He closed his eyes as if he were going to drift off to sleep. I watched him for a few moments. He was dressed in odd black clothing, it looked like some kind of fighting get-up.
“You’re staring at me,” he said without even opening his eyes, “Can I help you with something?”
“Well, you could start by telling me why you came after me.” I asked slowly. He opened his eyes, but didn’t meet my glance. The Varg seemed distant.
“That’s a hard question. Next.” Zane told said, closing his eyes again.
“What do you mean a hard…” I sighed and let the question drift off. I knew I wasn’t getting an answer.
“Do you know what the Cursed ones wanted with me?” I tried.
“Ah, I believe that answer is written in your blood.” He told me, like an old man telling a proverb.
“Don’t speak in riddles.” I grumbled.
He gave a short laugh, “I’m not, just think about who you are. Even more so, who’s daughter you are.”
That made a feeling of dread go threw my body. How did they know my father? How did Zane know who my father was. I didn’t have to ask.
“I only saw your father once, when I was only a little pup, but I remember him well. It was a year before you where born and he was warning us. He was warning us of the demons and the devil’s other helpers rising in power as the End of Times was drawing closer. He was such a strong leader, a King and Alpha in everyway. That’s why the devil wanted him dead, more so than the rest of us.” He said remembering, then he looked to me, “So naturally, Satan himself should feel a bit threatened by the King’s daughter. Maybe he even thought there were some secrets of your father’s that he could get out of you.”
I was speechless for a while, no one had ever told me much about my father, not even my aunt.
I finally spoke, “How did you know who I was?”
He smiled proudly, “I had a hunch when I first saw you, you look like your father. Especially your eyes, they’re just like his, brown with green sparking out from the center. But I wasn’t sure, I mean, no one even knew the name of the lost daughter of Xidorn.” He sat in thought for a moment, “Then I saw you chained up in that room, and I saw that look in your eyse.. I had only ever seen one person that defiant before, your father… So I put two and two together, seems like I’m a pretty good guesser.”
I was once again speechless, looking down at the ground, wondering how my life had finally caught up to me. Now Zane was watching me.
“You ask a lot of questions Princess, but now I’d like to ask one,” he told me, “Where do you go from here?”
I pondered the question for a minute. I rubbed my sore ribs, they were almost healed as where the injuries to my face. I finally spoke, “I was wondering the same thing myself actually.”
“May I make a suggestion?” he asked
“Something tells me you’ll give me a suggestion whether I want it or not.” I answered exasperated.
“Very true. What if you came with me to the Gathering that’s being held in a week?” he inquired raising an eyebrow.
The question caught me off guard, “I… I don’t know if that’d be a good idea.”
“You have every right to be there.” He said seriously. He lightened his tone as he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes once more, “You should sleep on it.”
I wanted to smack him with a sarcastic comment but I was extremely tired. I didn’t want to think about the Gathering, I just wanted to sleep. So leaned against the tree beside Zane and fell asleep to the sound of his steady breath and heart beat. Feeling safer than I had in a long time.
Oh holy cow.This was intense!
And the font is ok for me at least!
“Don’t trust me?” He asked quizzically, although I was sure he knew the answer.
“Not as far as I can throw you.” I snapped with disdain.
“Well now that would be a bit of a stretch for a first meeting, don’t you think?”
That part made me giggle xD Again,excellent job!
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"...old lap post" - 'lamp'?
"Come down and dance..." - I can't get over how much I -adore- this line. I don't know why, but I absolutely love it. -nod nod nod-
"...made my fur gleem" - 'gleam'
"oddly cold blood bathed my fangs" - Again, I love this. <8D Your description of things is amazing.
"my patients" - 'patience'
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When I finished reading it, I wanted to read more. And more. And more.
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Added the rest of chapter 2 for whoever still wants to read up on this story..