1. Stories

   The dogs were on my tail as i ran as fast as I could. Wait, let's start from the beginning.My mom was on the roof of the apartment looking out into the city below. She was sitting at the edge of our garden, her bare feet hanging off the edge. She must have heard me open the door. "Beautiful, huh?" She said. "Yeah." I answered. She turned and grabbed my hand and pulled me to the edge. I sat down next to her her. My black hair whipped in the wind. She was so fearless. I looked up to for so long, but then it kinda just faded.


  She believed in magic. She was always talking about places I had never heard of. She spoke of people with wings and centaurs. The story about about the people with shadow magic intrigued me the most. Those people were called Shadows.



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