The Prophet

As soon as Deviant and I finished the group of shadows around us when something felt wrong. Something was wrong and I can feel it in my gut. I started scaning around the area. Destroyer, Mourner, Mystic. . . Where's Dreamer? No. No it can't be true. Just then, all the shadows dissaperard. After a few minutes of all of us standing there, I finally called out to them.

"Let's head back!" I yelled.

I kept scanning the army, trying to find Dreamer. When I saw no sign of her, that's when I started to freak out.

"Where is she?" I asked the guys.

They all shrugged.

"You don't think-" Mystic started.

"Oh god." Destroyer said.

"But, she can't be." Mourner said.

"So, she's been-"

"Kidnapped by F.E.A.R.." I finished Deviant's sentence.


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"Why! Why! Why!"

Since Dreamer's kidnapping, I've stayed in my room, trying to figure this out. My room was a mess. Papers and books were scattered all around the room. That was when I discovered that one book. I picked up the book and flipped through the pages of the mysterious black leather book. Soon enough, I found something.

"The Dreamer and the Prophet." I said to myself.

I carefully read through the chapter. And slowly, everything started making sence to me. Holy shit. The dreamer and I are fucking mates. That's why I feel wierd around her. And why I have a connection with her. Now, all I have to do is find where the fuck those bastards took her and get her back.


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The Dreamer


I woke up with a pounding headache. I slowly sat up and tried to rub my head, but my wrists were chained to the floor. My shoes and clothes were gone. My hair was out of it's ponytail and I was in nothing but a ripped mesh shirt. I tried to pull my wrists free, until I heard a low chuckle.

"Glad to see you're awake." A male's voice said.

"Welcome to my humble abode." He stepped out of the shadows so I could see the man clearly. "The name's Supreme, and I'm the leader and creater of F.E.A.R.."

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