But something in me said it was much more than that. I just hope that this damned sense of persecution ceases to exist.
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The bus arrives at the stop, but when I go to pay for the ticket, I find that I did not have enough money for the ticket, so I was expelled from the bus and had to go on foot.
Everything is normal, I am used to walking or running for long kilometers so that was nothing for me. But it didn't last long, I started to feel persecuted and afraid to bring problems to my brothers and the residents of the mansion where I was living temporarily and they discovered that I am a Witch, I decided to run, but run as if my brothers were die if I didn't.
And with that I ran at the speed of a cheetah with the help of my witch powers, through the city and later into the depths of the forest, if only I knew I shouldn't have set foot in that territory I would have gone to the sea no matter how much this idea did not please my instincts very much.
I was in the center of the forest when something says:
- "BEN is getting lonely ..."
I turn around and see an elf whose eye sockets were as dark as the pitch black, yes, that pitch that was so dark not even a light came to be able to see anything, and in the center of that pitch there was a red iris, as vivid as fresh blood, in each eye socket and in the center of each iris there was a tiny pupil of the same pitch as the eye sockets that you would only notice if you looked at it with great attention. He had a sadistic smile on his lips as he said ...
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What will happen?
Only in the next chapter ...
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