The Broken Woman

He was a dark child, a dark chocolate. he was just as thin as the woman. he did not speak a single word, he did not even make eye contact with the woman; but there would be a faint smile driven across his face whenever the woman sat next to him.

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Worshipers

Eyes, they were the eyes of the dark child. they were the eyes of xaentrick. he watched as the dragon came closer to him even though the dragon hid in the shadows he could feel the darkness that was around him.

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