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Sep 2012
The sweet fresh breeze, and the howls of my distant brothers
I can feel their anxiety
Enemy is near
These halls frosted and tainted are unsafe
Instinct drives me from this scene
I cannot let my gaurd down
I must be aware
But the abandoned halls echo my every breath
My heartbeat slows
Everything slows
I can feel their presence they're here
But where is unknown
Lightening my steps
In the next sudden moment i am attacked
Knocked to the ground
A roar bubbles up from deep in my throat
I slash out with a firce scream of dominance
Blood spilled
A slash across my face
But i will live a life knowing
I had won
Katlyn Orthman
Written by
Katlyn Orthman  19/F/Minnesota
   Sydney Victoria and Bailey Kreutzer
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