Episode67-Whispers.
The burning marks of the wrecked chains itch Mael's wrists and ankles, disgusting him even further. His hands clenched and a steady stream of lightning trail him as he and a little blonde hair walk silently along the rough road of Antigon, closing in from the far outskirts. They are approaching the alley, where he had once left Lucas and Harry. Earlier, once he had trudged a mile from the alley, in the heat of an Antigonian noonday sun, he had eventually stumbled onto a desolated area which had the attention of no guards it supernatural. He had only seen the blonde hair playing with a stick. After dashing in front of him in the road, begging for a direction, he had gained the favour of the quiet boy who inky communicated by blinking. The blonde never uttered a word but only gave a slow n
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