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    THE DEVILS DAUGHTER HAD A HEART .
    BUT THE BOY DOWN THE ROAD BROKE IT .

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    Oh the power, she marched along the path. Anything with a mind knew to stay away, but even they were curiosity. Oh well, you know the saying, curiosity killed the cat. That's when she saw it, Enre sitting alone. Almost a feeling of sputtering rage, fire that couldn't be out out by anything. She wanted to love him, but his flaws were there, screaming as the demon that ate her soul. Holly couldn't see him anymore, that's why she turned, turned to the tree. It towered above her, her transformation was sudden, turning into the crow with a pointed beak and evil glint in it's eye. She would flap her wings suddenly, feeling the air rush the dirt up, lifting her and bringing her away. She needed to finish something. There was to much of her counterpart in her mind, one that wanted to forgive and forget for the torbie. She changed, slipping into her old den. The ship was destroyed, explosions took away the walls, but there it was. The mirror. She had scratched a long line in it before she left, but other than that. It's silver surface was flawless. A paw was brought down, the glass would pierce her skin, but the pain had nothing compared to the rushing feeling of control. She was in control. She was for once in her life.


    "Medical help please?" The words would echo the camp as she strolled back in, careful not to walk on the shattered paw.


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