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Sir Talon dropped to one knee before the maiden. “M’lady, I come from far off lands seeking you so you may reunite the people against Dark Lord Idazlearen du Horma,  I pledge all that I am to your service.  I shall tirelessly seek out our enemies and sacrifice my life for yours.”

Anna looked up from her phone. “Wha?”

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Brent dropped to his knees, sobbing. Everything was falling apart before his eyes. There was nothing left for him now. He looked upwards, face wet and shining in the light of the streetlamp. “Why,” was all he said.

Karen looked down, face buried in shadow. Despite the darkness, Brent could see her perfect white teeth in a predatory grin. She didn’t answer him, she gave no reason why she did this to him. She only stared at his misery, her smile glowing in the darkness.

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M’chel stood in the circle of skulls chanting within a torrent of wind. Lightning flashed in wild forks, booming through the air.  With a final scream, the ritual reached a crescendo. With a sudden burst of silence, the wind died and the sky went black.

For long moments there was nothing then a single sound echoed. “Meep.”

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