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Denial. Denial. My heart pounded with every step I took. Just keep running. Right, left, right, left, jump. Branches snapped under the heavy footsteps behind me. “You cannot outrun me, boy!” The massive creature roared. “Fan out! Surround him! Kill him!” “Hey! Pick on someone your own size, Gargantuan!” A voice cried out. The footsteps ceased as I glanced over my shoulder. “You...will die,” he said, his voice echoing in the dark forest. Gargantuan (Was that his name?) was glaring at a girl about my age. I almost fell when I recognised her. “Katherine?” “Toby, run,” she said. “Run!” I did as she told me. “Get the boy!” A few of the malicious creatures came after me, fangs bared and horns poised to impale me. I continued caring, …show more content…

Katherine, as if sensing my weariness, rummaged through a chest at one corner of the room. She produced a loaf of bread and some fruit, along with a bottle of water. “Where did you get these?” I asked as I took a bite out of the bread she had given me generously. Even so, I felt like everything I ate and drank tasted more like clay than food. “Shipwrecks happen a lot,” she said with a slight shrug. “What about the whole Lunath thing?” I inquired. She closed her eyes and remained silent. For a moment, I was worried that she had fallen asleep but when she opened her eyes and exhaled deeply, I was taken aback. Instead of the ice blue eyes I usually saw on my sister, her eyes were as dark as obsidian. “Creatures born of hate and hellfire,” she said. “I, unfortunately, am one of them.” I stared at her quizzically. “Gargantuan and his lackeys are…Lunaths that take on a more monstrous personality,” she said. “I’ve noticed.” I nodded slowly. “Then…what are you?” “When I was younger, I was told that everything had its own opposite personality like Yin and Yang, good and evil, land and sea…” she trailed off. “Anyway, Lunaths have two breeds. One, we call the Baders which is my kind, the good one. The other, we refer to as Zealots, the bad guys.” “There are more of you?” I asked. “Once upon a time,” she said. “The Zealots have hunted us down to the point of extinction. I am the only one left.” I rubbed the back of my neck and leaned against the wall, trying

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