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He sat on the car seat hung his head and cried. Broke bits of a dead leaf that he had while traveling and with every precaution placed it in his pocket. He leaped out of the car but the leaf crunched as he walked, this boy was only 4. He lost his parents tonight in the middle of the woods. The tears dried up quickly with winter's wind stealing every bit of the sadness from him. He saw blue and red lights and even heard some screams but his thin wispy blond hair kept his attention. He stared soullessly into the woods, it lured him in more the higher he went up the hill. Rocks couldn't brake his spell and the braking branches of the terrifying Runners wouldn't sway him off his track. Snow reached half way up his leg, but it's white and moonlight blue colors disturbed the peace of warmth he had. This boy of 4 years old was messy and blood was spinning down his arm, the Runners croaked and curdled at his smell, but this annoyance was unflinching to the ring leader. The boy started running his little legs beating the ground, frivolously wanting air. He dodged trees. stumps and fallen ones but when he reached the top the world halted. A runner lunged at him and the boy dropped down, and the Runner hit the tree. The boy gave a sigh hope was rising up into him. The clouds were sinking lower and soon the moon gave itself time to sink too. Fog came in but the Runner remained still, others didn't come near the boy of 4. The boy still stared without a soul but the moon's light grabbed him. He soared higher giving the Runners a chance to maybe grab him, but to no avail. With the Leader gone the Runners shook their gnarly manes and stuck their skull faces a bit higher. The boy remained in mid air giving up his soul that he may not have had from the beginning. The world would remember tonight but not now, now this boy was fulfilling a prophecy and the gods were taking up every bit of him into themselves.

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He sat on the car seat hung his head and cried. Broke bits of a dead leaf that he had while traveling and with every precaution placed it in his pocket. He leaped out of the car but the leaf crunched as he walked, this boy was only 4. He lost his parents tonight in the middle of the woods. The tears dried up quickly with winter's wind stealing every bit of the sadness from him. He saw blue and red lights and even heard some screams but his thin wispy blond hair kept his attention. He stared soullessly into the woods, it lured him in more the higher he went up the hill. Rocks couldn't brake his spell and the braking branches of the terrifying Runners wouldn't sway him off his track. Snow reached half way up his leg, but it's white and moonlight blue colors disturbed the peace of warmth he had. This boy of 4 years old was messy and blood was spinning down his arm, the Runners croaked and curdled at his smell, but this annoyance was unflinching to the ring leader. The boy started running his little legs beating the ground, frivolously wanting air. He dodged trees. stumps and fallen ones but when he reached the top the world halted. A runner lunged at him and the boy dropped down, and the Runner hit the tree. The boy gave a sigh hope was rising up into him. The clouds were sinking lower and soon the moon gave itself time to sink too. Fog came in but the Runner remained still, others didn't come near the boy of 4. The boy still stared without a soul but the moon's light grabbed him. He soared higher giving the Runners a chance to maybe grab him, but to no avail. With the Leader gone the Runners shook their gnarly manes and stuck their skull faces a bit higher. The boy remained in mid air giving up his soul that he may not have had from the beginning. The world would remember tonight but not now, now this boy was fulfilling a prophecy and the gods were taking up every bit of him into themselves.