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Resting on the haunches of fear beaten revenge, he had set out to accomplish something, yet he'd failed. he'd lost it at the last minute.

There she was, standing there. And as if a halo of light were shining down upon her, her head of raven hair was aglow, the strands hanging down on either side of her eyes and sweeping down behind her ears were pierced a reddish brown and seemed to emit an aura of light around her fair face.

He opened his eyes.

His room stared back.

He braced himself, took a deep breath. Life seemed so mudane just then.