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Part TwoLondon, 1652-One year before my transformationPart Two
The snow was falling gently upon the cobbled streets as the people were going about their business. The air had a feeling of Christmas as people bustled about, rushing to buy the last things for the Christmas Eve feast or for the morning following. I was on my way to buy a turkey as my mother had requested. I wished everyone a “Happy Christmas” as I walked along. Everyone smiled as he or she went about his or her business. I noticed a small two-story building with a barbershop on top and a sign saying: Mrs. Lovett’s Meat Parlor. I decided to look for my turkey there. T
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Part TwelveToday was the day! The signing of the treaty of Forsankre Mordrn! My parents, or my dad at least, was to be a part of the signing, on the behalf of the dragons. The other races, the humans, dwarves, and elves would all be coming here to Kersandia for the signing. Once the treaty was signed, we would have peace between us. I was glad because both of my parents had fought in the wars, which had only ended a few months before, and I was always scared that they might not come back. But, luckily, now the wars were over and nobody would have to get hurt anymore. “Morgan! I can’t see!” screamed Marylin from behind me, shaking mePart Twelve
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Part ElevenReading about space travel and actually lifting off to travel through space are two very different things, as I found out as we left the planet. The ship, I had discovered, was being crewed by the Gargoolians. As the ship rumbled and looked off, I looked through the window back at my home planet and wondered if I would ever see it again. But, my world shrank from view as we traveled on. The captain’s voice came over the speaker, and the tech in my head translated, since I didn’t speak Gargoolian. “We will be arriving at Earth in about 6 hundred million light years, which will take approximately 2 Fargles. Please relax andPart Eleven
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Part TenOn a small deserted street in New York, a slight cold breeze decided to ruffle the short brown hair of the only person on the street. He just happened to be a little boy. It thought afterwards that it was a nice look for the boy, but the boy didn’t notice. He seemed to be deep in thought. The breeze went on to the next block to play with the loose sheets of paper there. At least they played back.Part Ten
“I didn’t mean for those people to get hurt…” Dimitri Dolohov thought to himself as he wandered down the street with his hands jammed in his pockets. He had killed a man and hurt at least two others, just trying
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