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Assasinator!LevixOC|Dancing in The Wind|Prologue
Cierra abruptly sat up in her bed, eyes wide, and palms sweaty. She breathed heavily, her eyes darting around her bedroom in the dark, and was only able to make out the large closet which the moon illuminated. She rolled her hands into fists, trying to calm herself, not understanding what was happening. Removing her blanket, she places her bare feet onto the cold marble flooring. She tries to find her slippers but soon gives up. Standing up, she glances at her bedroom door before walking towards it. Her heart had a sinking feeling as if something was wrong.
“Daddy,” she whispered, trying to comfort herself even if her father couldn’t hear her. She crept closer, sounds getting louder each time she took a step. Pressing her ear to the polished door, she wondered what was up around four in the morning.
Turning her brass knob, she pulls her door slightly open and steps out, cautiously peering down the corridor. It was dark at first, bu
The Dream Must Stay Alive ReaderxMike Songfic!
A/N: Listen as you read [link]
“Look in to the future, what do you see?
I really need to know now, is there a place for me?”
Walking among the white headstones of the graveyard, it was easy to see why the future was so bleak.
The names of the dead who had risked their lives for the freedom of humanity were forever etched into the cold marble, serving as a constant reminder that not everyone was to come back alive.
Having being with the Survey Corps for three long years, f/n was all too aware that there may come a day when she would join her comrades in death.
She would be just another faceless name carved into a grave that may contain her corpse, possibly a limb or two...or possibly even completely empty depending on the circumstances of her death.
“Tell me where do we go from here?
Take me as you find me,
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