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Walking through the shards of moonlight the wind was cold and as sharp as ice, the fog drifting around us like a whirlwind of colorless hope desolate, silent."the key" he said to me pointing through the fog my heart started to race as I saw the only light in the darkness a glint of blue as tiny as a pebble but as bright as a star in the sky. "grab it" with those words I jumped into action((duh....*reads over* keh, could do better Im in no writing mood ill edit this later like anyone reads journals anyway))
 youngdemon · Wed Apr 09, 2008 @ 04:28am · 2 Comments |
