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The blood was still on the blade crusted and heart brake and the hurt was finally rushing over him faint but still as clear as a bell, the blood of the beast that Crystal had slain, the Night Creature. Darin felt his blood drop as the two memories started to crawl into his head. He saw the dream he had that “night” and the memory of Crystal when she died in his arms. Tears started to roll down his face as he saw her covered in blood and lifeless he shook his head side to side to get the memories, such horrible memories, out of his head. Again and again his nightmares started to win over his so lost and hurt body. He curled up into a ball to keep from bursting into a senseless babble of tears and cries. The witches sat there waiting there, not knowing what to do to help him. The and even though he thought that him being a man he would never be this way, but his love for her was to strong and to powerful, so he was doomed for this moment of sadness and misery.
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