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Behind the boy’s eyelids there danced a thousand fairies, each of their lights different from the others. There was a name used to address every last one of them—these names he knew well, even better than those of his family members—but he found himself unable to utter any of them. His tongue refused to cooperate with him, as did his mind; his brain was functioning well enough for him to understand basic things, but the skills necessary to both speak and move were momentarily lost as he laid there. Had it not been for the gentle vibrations of the earth as another bounded towards him, surely he would have laid there until his body wasted away in full, but to be taken away peacefully just hadn’t been drawn with his cards.

Escaping the comfort of an ignorant cover, Bramble’s eyes snapped open just in time to see another wolf advancing towards him. The soft glint of light reflecting off of incisors captured his attention and left him stunned, bewildered and not at all capable of understanding the position that he was in—and then it all came crashing down upon him. The realization of what was happening, or at least what he’d decided was occurring. In the past, he had seen the darkness dancing across the earth, as well as chasing after him. He knew what it was, he’d learned the very same night that he had run away: Death. The beast had found him despite his greatest of efforts having gone into getting far, far away from the evil place that housed his mother and sister. A new feeling of panic filled him and began distributing adrenaline throughout every inch of his body, but it was too late. Death had pounced long before all of the pieces had fallen into place, trapping the younger boy. A shrill scream forced its way out of Bramble’s mouth, but to whom it had been sent, the young prince could not say.

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