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Calla in the Land of Lore and Myths |
Someone’s POV
He stood there on the rooftop, as unmoving as a gargoyle. His charge was sprinting away and he wondered what had gone wrong inside the shack. “Probably her father,” he muttered under his breath. A slight breeze kissed the tops of the trees and mussed his hair. Annoyed he swiped a bang that hung in his face. His eyes turned from yellow to red as his annoyance vanished as his thoughts trailed back to the girl. “Better go after her…” He thought to himself. And with that spread his black feathered wings and soared off after her.
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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is the present that's why they call it a gift." -- my RE teacher and that kung foo turtle