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Midnight Magic
She ran. Her white locks flew behind her in a neat, perfect pony-tail in which a single strand wasn’t astray. Her violet toned eyes were targeted exactly on what she needed. Her eyes were wide; she knew time was running out. Unless she made it, her mission would have been a complete failure. “No! No!” She hissed, the only sound her almost out of breath voice would allow. “I’ve been working on this too long to be ruined!”

The mystery maiden’s long, cloak of purple and magenta flew behind with her white locks, looking completely out of place with her pair of black skinny jeans and dark purple tank top. A horrible laugh was echoing through the halls of the dim lighted facility. The girl’s face had a deep red glow casted over it, every feature of her face casting an eerie shadow. Once she scrambled by each caged, glow, blood red light, it immediately shattered behind her after two steps.

The girl fell into what seemed a never ending darkness as she turned a corner where there was no light to guide her along. “GAH!” As the girl fell, she easily put her right leg stretched out, and her left one bent and supporting her even better than the straight leg. In less than a second you could here her black and purpled high tops screech as they touched the floor. The cloak sat in a pile beside the girl, who hadn’t even fell into an eternal darkness, but just slipped onto the floor. “Klutz! It will be my end!” Muttering curse words as she got up, the cloaked being laid her hand delicately on the walls, bringing herself up straight and standing. My word! How does he get around these terrible corners like a rat in his hole? The girl, Tara, shuttered, that is because the foul beast is one! Dragging his claws into these walls, rapidly getting nearer to his pray to quickly—Tara’s own words made a horrible, cold jolt go spiraling now her back.

Before she could consume her thoughts with fear, Tara raised her shaking hand in front of her face. “Azaroa. Ilgiha!” A bright flash of purple engulfed the hallway, all coming from the pale hand with elfin fingers that belonged to Tara. “Ah, young one, not rusty even after your long rest?” Bellowed a mocking voice, followed by a terrible scratching noise.

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