Legion of the Black (Written out)

Eve’s Fantasy Life

The Prophet’s POV
I can hear them screaming, the rebels who have had their souls taken. We are working on our plan, but we know that we must work faster. The next thing we know, F.E.A.R’s soldiers have invaded our lands.

The “True Society”
I just stare at what I have created. The door opens up and two men run in and drag me away. I manage to pull out of their grasps and I try to run. The men are faster. I try to grab onto a wall, but all that is left is a handprint. They drag me into a room and pin me down onto a chair. I know what is next to come.

Eve’s Fantasy Life

Eve’s POV
I begin to scream. I have succumbed to F.E.A.R. I must escape. But how can I when the saviors in my life cannot hear my cry? I sit in my cell and wait. For what is the question? Will another guard take me away? Will my soul be sent to the pits of hell? What am I waiting for? The rest of the rebels sit around me, cramped in positions I didn’t even think possible. They all look scared and malnourished. Is that what is going to happen to me? The ones who were placed here just minutes ago are banging against the door. It’s no use.

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