The sky overhead was clouded, the begining of a storm was brewing.
"Come with us. Who cares about the past! We need you now.", shouted the boy. He was hadsome, with blonde hair that hung past his shoulders and he had the most stunning green eyes. A strong gust of wind blew by as people apeared behind him. "You are the one. Only you can-"
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