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	Daron was running. Sweat was beaded on his forehead and he kept looking over his shoulder. There was something chasing him. His legs were so small, he was so young, how could he outrun something like that? His parents were with him too, running, mother ahead, and his father behind. They were all that stood between him and the darkness that swirled around him.		Daron was running. Sweat was beaded on his forehead and he kept looking over his shoulder. There was something chasing him. His legs were so small, he was so young, how could he outrun something like that? His parents were with him too, running, mother ahead, and his father behind. They were all that stood between him and the darkness that swirled around him.

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	Daron was gone then. It was the very last thing on his mind as he slipped into sleep, so he didn’t see the bright flare of arcane light inside of Fiora’s chest. It flared up and then cooled, sending ripples of magical tingles across her skin. She was blushing, for certain, and she settled down into bed next to Daron, wrapping her arms around him. The subtle mixture of energy from Daron and the mystical arcane from inside of her permeated the air. Some of it even slipped deep into the crystal powering Fiora.		Daron was gone then. It was the very last thing on his mind as he slipped into sleep, so he didn’t see the bright flare of arcane light inside of Fiora’s chest. It flared up and then cooled, sending ripples of magical tingles across her skin. She was blushing, for certain, and she settled down into bed next to Daron, wrapping her arms around him. The subtle mixture of energy from Daron and the mystical arcane from inside of her permeated the air. Some of it even slipped deep into the crystal powering Fiora.

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Natalie Bayer: Created page with "Daron was running. Sweat was beaded on his forehead and he kept looking over his shoulder. There was something chasing him. His legs were so small, he was so young, how could he outrun something like that? His parents were with him too, running, mother ahead, and his father behind. They were all that stood between him and the darkness that swirled around him. The slam of a heavy door let him know he was safe, but it was dark. He heard steel clashing, and something else..."

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Created page with "Daron was running. Sweat was beaded on his forehead and he kept looking over his shoulder. There was something chasing him. His legs were so small, he was so young, how could he outrun something like that? His parents were with him too, running, mother ahead, and his father behind. They were all that stood between him and the darkness that swirled around him. The slam of a heavy door let him know he was safe, but it was dark. He heard steel clashing, and something else..."

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Natalie Bayer at 17:18, 1 May 2026