Wrong. Dead wrong. Why had Shirley even thought everything would go fine? Everything that could possibly go wrong, of course, went wrong. The worst thing that could happen and did happen, was meeting her ultimate doom. Her doom had hair as dark as a raven’s plumage and eyes dark brown like the soil in the earth. Something about them made her want to bury herself in the brown soil of his eyes but only to find hope in the twinkle his eyes had when he smiled. Oh lord, was she falling for him? No. I am not going to fall for a boy. Not. happening. Shirley told herself, she was not about to let a boy be her ultimate doom ... right? As much as Shirley hoped this to be true and told herself that Luke Glade was going to be her doomsday, she couldn't stop it. She almost shuddered when she thought about it, Luke Glade and Shirley Whiler. No. Luke Glade. Reality was as if being doused thoroughly with freezing cold water. Her father. Aaron Whiler. Luke’s father. Ethan Glade. No,no,no,no! This can't be the same boy! The memory came flooding her brain. Luke was 8 and she was likely 7 at the time. She remembered now. Aaron Whiler had gotten into a magical fight with Ethan Glade 10 years ago and only one made it out alive. Aaron Whiler. The day everything changed. No more magic. Period. It had later become a law that if you broke that law you would be put to trial and if proved guilty, you would be killed. March 5th. The day everything changed.
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