Tuesday, 4 June 2013


The old woman watched as the boy walked away. Behind her a figure stirred in the house, coming forward to stand by her side. It was a young man, sleek with a predatory gaze like a hawk’s.
"What do we do now?" the young man asked.
"We wait. This is the one, I know it; he is the one that will free us from this wretched place. They choose the battle, I will win the war," the old woman smiled.
The young man nodded.
“I will be ready when you need me.”

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