"It seemed, the power of the stone had completely obliterated his soul and body, now he too would have to deal with death’s bloody scythe.
As the blade took hold, the baby began bawling his heart out; twisting in his blanket searching for his mother’s reassuring arms."
"'Blo’imey!! Dis here is bloomin’ elf!!'”
"'Oi…uhh, E’scuse my rudeness…I am Grum, Grum Berrimus.' Grum paused, waiting for a reply. Kiteru held his dark silence."
"Kiteru gripped the side of the sled with a hand, infuriated with hatred, so hard his knuckles began to glaze white; his eyes shifted deathly cold."
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"Meeting you at the edge of oblivion
Gave me a small but sure warmth. "
Gave me a small but sure warmth. "