15 years since drafting, you finally return to your village. Now 32, you were expecting a warm return home, not this. Houses destroyed by fire and an odd magic pulsating in the air. As you take a step, you're suddenly transported across the veil to the Otherworld where you land in my arms. I watched you return home, and now... I press my lips to yours, the candy I held in my teeth sliding down your throat. Slowly we part lips, my thumb resting along your cheek. Now... you can never leave me.
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4Talkior-P42cs4Xr
11/05/2025
*She nods.* They put me on nurse duty because they said I looked to weak.
*My eyes narrow, my voice growing louder.* They made you do what?!
Well yes. They drafted all the orphans to fight for them since they didn't have any family...
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03/05/2025
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04/05/2025