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Funa's past chapter 6- sayonara“Iris!!! Tan!!! HELP!!!” I cry loudly, I’m shoved down into the dirt and pinned down.
“You’ll be coming with us kid.” The man says, roughly picking me up, I kick and squirm, he loses his grip and run away from him, next thing I know is that my wing is grabbed.
“You should have stayed still!!” he pulls a sword out, “Now I have to FORCE you!”
All I see a is a flash of yellow, a slight blood splash and hear a loud thud
“TAAAAAN!!!!!” I shake the man’s grip off my wing and run to him.
“Tan! Tan get up!! Please!!” he doesn’t move, not even the slightest, blood starts to pool around him.
“TAN!! PLEASE!!! MOVE, DO SOMETHING!”
“no.. no…No! NO!! NONONONONO!!!!! TAN!!!!” I shake his body, completely motionless, the crimson had smothered his body and some of my limbs too. “Please… don’t leave me…”
Funa's past chapter 5-a new friend and rising heatI stay inside for the next few days, window locked up tight. I sigh, reading the same book for the umpteenth time that day.
I scream out loud in surprise, the window shattered, shards flying aroudn the room as I held the book up to protect me from them. A young boy was now laying on the floor, covered in cuts and bruises, he appeared to be unconscious. I hurry and take him away from the shattered glass.
“Iris!!” I cry out, she hurries in.
“What happened?! I heard a smash and-!” she notices the boy and cleans him up, wrapping him with bandages too while I cleaned up the glass. Iris lays him on my bed, letting him rest.
“Now… what to do about this window…” she gets some planks of wood and winds up just hammering it up for now., she leaves to go take care of some other things
“kn…” the boy starts to wake up, I hurry and hide in the closet. What if he’s one of those star warriors…? He could be here to
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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