"How about we start by me ripping out those brains you seem not to be using?"

writing prompt/ dialogue prompt: "How about we start b taking out those wires that you seemed to have shoved into your leg?

Would be interesting if the dark arts was traditional light magic. Reversed universe

The dark arts.

The child was learning IN the dark alongside their mother - interesting au: learning is prohibited by law.

twosisters

Two sisters.

The two sisters continued arguing about how to help the girl that they didn't realize she was still bleeding out. When the girl collapsed, her companion yelled at the two, "Are you going to help her or not?

It became harder to open his eyes after each blink but it didn't matter now. He had done it. They were safe. All of them-safe. She was safe. He smiled as he thought of her, how her hair glisened in the sun and her eyes sparkeled like the stars at night. A single tear fell despite his smile, he would miss her. He sighed and stopped fighting to keep eyes open.

It became harder to open his eyes after each blink but it didn't matter now. He had done it. They were safe. All of them-safe. She was safe. He smiled as he thought of her, how her hair glisened in the sun and her eyes sparkeled like the stars at night. A single tear fell despite his smile, he would miss her. He sighed and stopped fighting to keep eyes open.

"Mom! What's happening! Why am I forgetting things? Why do you keep disappearing? Mom!" She cried to me. I knew caring for her, who had my name and bio parents but was not one bit me, would come with this price. I wasn't just dying, I was being removed. I didn't belong anymore, she was changing too much. It had only been 3 years but I'd changed her entirely. I was over joyed and depressed at the same time. I knew I'd have to explain.

Life was definitely interesting for Mal. He would be called Malcolm Junior, to which he'd giggle uncontrollably.

She stands in the village streets, singing for money. Singing the same old tune. Every day. Week. Month. Year. Is it good? No?

For a living.

People rarely listened to the words of her song, for the melody was more than enough for them to enjoy as they rushed on by. A pity it was, for her songs spoke of things to come and her lyrics were prophecies set to a tune.

"But I don't want other people to sacrifice for me. I don't want them to die keeping me alive."

They need to keep us alive so their plan would work."//"I don't want their plan to work.

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