<Tab/> The trees seemed to whisper their names, betraying their location of the hunted to the hunters. Gliding silently down the river, turned inky black with the fall of the sun, they didn't dare speak. For stealth was the only way they could escape the imprisonment they had been trapped in for the last three years. The mist shrouded them to their advantage but the dampness and chill was starting to …
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…out, beckoning him to their world of fantasies and desire. Things his uncle had told him about. The life before the Darkness had come to rule. Threading their way through his head, the . . . . . voices . . . . so . . . . irresistible. Out he jumps into the frigid waters to unite with the voices. Uncle screaming "NOOOOOOOO". But nothing will help the boy now. The sadness in his eyes reached out to all as he slowly slipped away to his fate.