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Rae stared at the starry sky, resting on the soft, smooth wet grass. He, though relaxed, couldn't stop worrying about something.
"Oh, shining stars," he raised his right hand and whispered under his breath. "Whatever did thee do? Thee had everything, yet lost everything, left only with a dratted memory of sorrow..."
He frowned.
"And why did that witch chase after thee?"
He then reminiscenced.
The air was melancholy. Rae and his father stood in the heartless rain.
He was just a little boy and his mother was gone, just like that. He glanced at the lifeless, motionless body of his mother placed in an old, wooden coffin. Yet she was so beautiful, so pale...
Warm tears flowed out of his cheeks and he quickly rubbed his small, delicate coal black eyes already wet with sadness. He didn't want to cry in front of his already devastated father, but it was inevitable. Everything was unexpected.
His father, with a solemn face that depicts a man's pride of trying his hardest not to cry, placed roses into the coffin. White, lovely roses. Perfect for a lovely mother like her.
Suddenly, the world spinned around and everything around him was a blur. He felt his head splitting as he let out an ear piercing scream...
And in not more than a second had he lay on the cold, wet muddy soil.
"RAE!!!" he could hear a man's voice... A warm and worried voice... In this sorrowed darkness and cold silence. It reassured him a little.
"Whoever my father was, whoever my mother was?" he chanted his words like a poet would. "Whoever, thou say, is the girl? Will thee run forever? Will thee run like a mouse would to a cat?"
He sighed. He then rolled to the left and a smooth, purple forked tail swirled around.
"And thee asks, what is this tail?" He continued. He rolled back to the right.
He paused. Then he closed his eyes.
He had half an eye open. He was still worried.
All of a sudden, leaves rustled. Rae immediately opened his eyes.
He spotted her from quite a distance, hiding. He quickly looked back. He thought and thought. How will he outrun her? How will he outrun that witch?
Then,
She strikes within a few seconds, giggling. Rae assumed it an evil giggle. She was crazy and twisted, Rae thought as he quickly took off on his feet.
With purple, silky flowing hair, it matched with a shiny tiara she wore, and claimed from a late princess masscared by her. Her dress was in rags; it was not unusual for a claimed witch like her. However, her porcelain skin was surprisingly snowy white and delicate; and her face could match that of the four beauties of the ancient world, complete with two big sparkly eyes that resembled her evil yet cheerful nature, with pupils surrounded by a rim of lovely deep green.
She laughed. Her laugh was twisted. Her laugh was equivalent to that of a witch. And in her left hand was a large staff; a golden, yet rusted wand. Despite having no wings, she still hung in the air, firing random shots towards her prey.
Rae's heart was in his mouth. She was catching up. Her laugh was heard again. Despite being a beauty, she was still horrible... She masscared tons of people; regardless of status or place. She killed so much, Rae even suspected her of murdering his own mother... His anger rose, but he kept his cool.
