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Luna's Light 2Tears welled from her eyes as she was shoved into a chair. Why did they have to be so rough? She looked around. Unlike the dungeon, this place was well lit and clean. It looked just like a doctor's office, only it had a creepy feeling to it. In the corner was a regular looking computer on a work desk full of old papers, with an office chair tucked in.
One of the men sat in the office chair and tapped something into the computer. "Name?" he asked.
Ayame was about to reply, when the other man gripping her arm said " Ayame Wildfang."
How do they know so much about me? she thought.
The man on the computer finished typing information, and then got up, holding something long pointy, a needle. The other man brushed her brown hair off of her free arm, and then held that one firmly, too, with surprising force.
It was then she started to panic. She kicked and screamed in protest, struggling as much as she could. "Leave me alone!" she cried, and struggled som
Luna's LightHer eyes darted around the forest, dark and foggy, blocking what was ahead. She tried to throw her sight ahead, but the fog was too thick, even her mind could not penetrate it. He wasn't far off, the darkness that plagued her. She could sense him watching, laughing at every futile move she made.
You cannot run my little wolf. a sly voice rang inside her head, the voice she least wanted to hear. "No!" she screamed, flattening her ears in frustration and ran ahead into the damp mist.
Suddenly, a shadow sprang from the boggy ground. He had somehow gotten in front of her! The aura of darkness crept towards her, taking the form of a black panther. Her muscles were paralyzed with fear, her eyes glazed, her mind frozen. She could do nothing as he bunched his muscles, and pounced on her, his deadly teeth hitting their mark.
"Hey. Are you okay?" a voice tenderly asked.
She awoke in a cold sweat. The freezing floor beneath her chilled her bones. What happened?
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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