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'There is only one person I ever found heroic.'
I don't remember his face, just his purple shirt and flashes of metal, and then, in puffs of gold dust that showered everything, all of my monsters were gone.
The love story between Jamie Troy Bell and Clarisse La Rue
Her feet hit the ground hard with each step as they pounded on the street, her hands were outstretched as she shoved people away from her path, her eyes were flickering to each side rapidly as she was always on the lookout, her legs and chest burned and her breath came out in short gasps.
She frantically darted around objects and people, up and down curbs, over and under branches, she ran anywhere she could to get away from what was chasing her. She didn't though... She barreled straight into someone instead. Her body recoiled backward and she landed harshly on the ground, her hands stung as they rubbed against the cement, as she was confused and disoriented the person she had run into seemed barely phased by their encounter.
The person was an older boy, but his face seemed to be distorted... almost like she just couldn't see it. He turned to her and saw the look of terror on her face and her frantic movements, he then raised his head as if to listen to something, and there was something to listen to, a high pitched scary cry that seemed to echo off the houses.
He gained a serious aura around him and she could just imagine the serious look on his face, he leaned over and pulled the girl behind him, his dirty blond hair bouncing slightly as he bent his knees and tightened his muscles.
Seemingly out of nowhere he whipped out a golden sword, he twirled it once, twice, three times in front of him before gripping it tightly in a battle stance. The sound got louder and louder echoing in every direction, the boy was consciously aware of the sounds of people crying out in fear and the dark haired girl collapsed on the floor behind him, shaking uncontrollably. She was horrified with tear streaks running down her cheeks, blood streaking from her grazed palms, and was in a dazed state,
and yet she seemed to be staring at him like he was a god.
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'I am my mother's messenger.'