It was a Sunday afternoon, the skies were kisses with the orange and pink of clouds. It was beautiful, not as beautiful as my primal jewel I swore to find. He’s been taken away from me and I will find him again. He will be mine I was showering my dirty body in the rivers by the forest when I heard a twig break. My eyes narrow and glow purple as I scan the area. My voice low and demanding “Show yourself, do not make me find you” I turn around slowly, making sure they come out by force
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