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   *Gasp* They're coming. I've got to run. But I cant... I'm too tired........
   I fall and fade into darkness.

   I hear a snap and I whimper, expecting the excruciating pain of the Nether Whip, one of the most painful torture tools known to man and Lu'pine. It didn't come. Instead I heard three? voices with my wolf ears, which are now black thanks to the Nether and Shadow Knight rituals. Although, that wasn't right. I was supposed to be a Shadow Wolf, half Shadow Knight, half Lu'pine, but the process never completely finished. It might not have even started. I didn't know what I was. Besides a monster.

   Curse those Shadow Knights that tried to turn me. I hope they get drunk on root beer and accidentally fall into lava while screaming "I'm a pretty pink princess." I almost snickered but I remembered the people, no, threats around me. I calmed myself and they think I'm still asleep. I hear them rummaging through the bag I must have dropped last night? Yesterday?

   Well, crap. If they didn't already know I came from the Nether, they do now. Considering I'm wearing a black dress with a maroon belt and a torn hem along with maroon boots, and the fact that my ears and tail are black and maroon, it shouldn't be too hard to guess. The black backpack is just the icing on the cake, just like my current weapons. My ruby sword in a black leather sheath and deadwood bow with garnets, the gems of the Nether, are typical Shadow creature weapons. The black backpack with its tag that says 'Made in Nether' and has Shadow armor and my provisions and potions doesn't really leave room for doubt.

   While they rummage through my stuff, my right hand slowly creeps to my silver heart locket with pictures of my family inside. My ear suddenly gets unbearably itchy, so I move my hand and scratched it. I sigh in relief as my tail slightly thumps the ground. I suppose it's time to stop these nosy strangers. I pretend to wake up and act surprised and terrified as one of the two holds a sword to my throat. It isn't hard when a small push could end your life. I sharply inhale as the silence stretches on. I slowly reach to where my sword should be, but it wasn't there. Dang it!

   I see the other threat, the one not trying to decapitate me, grin as triumphantly holds up my sword. I narrow my eyes at him and a growl escapes my throat. He just silently laughs and jumps around, taunting me.

   I just wish I had 24 hours of calm and rest. Apparently I can't...........

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Thanks for reading the beginning of what, my third or fourth fanfic? I really hope you guys like it. I hope to see you guys soon. Ciao!

~Marf

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