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The rain poured on in the background, broken up only by the occasional low rumble of thunder. Amara stumbled through muddied terrain, the sound of panting and faint choking filling the air, as well as hestant footsteps. She couldn’t help but think bitterly that her last days were supposed to be far ahead of her, instead of dying alone in the middle of nowhere. Her hands were shaking, as though the blood dripping off her fingertips stole away her control. Amara could only grimace weakly as her back gently hit the stone floor of the alley. The breath caught in her throat as she looked at it, the crimson of her blood spilling on the ground over and out unto gushes and gurgles, as tears mixed with the blood beneath her. It was indeed a malodorous way to die, already weakened due to her previous injuries from battle, against far too many Death Eaters.

‘‘Please remember.’‘ Bitterness easily rolled off her tongue with each word, teal eyes trying their best to regain focus again as they stared at trembling fingers. This was something she had called upon herself and now it had come back to bite her in the ass. She felt her heart beat rapidly in her chest as a feeling of fear cursed through her veins, rather than the blood her heart was pumping. ‘’I want you to remember.’’ A mutter finally left bruised lips as she raised her gaze to meet his, feeling disgustingly exposed and vulnerable in such a position. ‘‘You are by far the greatest thing that ever happened to me. The fact I get to die knowing I was loved. Not just by anyone. By you, Fabius.’‘ Wrapping her hand around his arm, she hid her face in his cloak, closing her eyes quickly, but even in the dark, Fabius was all she saw in that moment, the dark circles underneath his eyes, the pale skin. ‘‘I am sorry’‘, she whispered and cried a bit louder as the pain against her skin became more visible. But in that moment it didn’t even matter, the pain in her heart was bigger than the pain the injuries could possibly cause her body.

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Investigate // for goddessesofalfheim

@goddessesofalfheim Officer Magnus Martinson headed to work at the Ystad Police Department for his job. He clocked in and headed to his office; and he was told someone was in his office. He headed there and saw a woman in his office. "Hello mam, how may I help you?"

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Second Wizarding War

Since the new year started there and been a strange pressure lingering around the school and its students and it seemed as if the trust in each other had disappeared. Some student did not even return to Hogwarts because of the upcoming war. The only thing Amara knew was that she was not afraid and did not want to run. She was ready to face her fate. But not everyone was seeking the danger and that was a good thing for Amara because after dawn the grounds of Hogwarts belonged to the darkness.

Stepping outside that night, the cold air hit against her face, her dark chocolate locks blowing around her face. Quickly closing the door behind her, she began to take light stepsdown the staircase. Without even intending on, her feet dragged her to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, but she did not mind. She was looking forward for a walk through the woods, hoping to find a new adventure, something that would ignite the fire inside of her; something that made her feel again. As she approaced the gate, she inhaled the soothing scent of the forest lying ahead of her. It was a familair smell that she cherished a lot and it always felt like home returning into the darkness. Softly moving her fingers across the gate, a small grin curled upon the corners of her lips, making her head turn around to look at the castle one more time, checking if it she was not being followed. Pushing the gate open, Amara stepped onto the dirt, quickly closing it right behind her. Even through she did not mind making noises, because she was certain she was all alone, she still did her actions quietly. Pulling up the hood of her cloak, the brunette began to walk throughout the forest. The darkness and silence welcomed the young witch, but somehow she felt adrenaline shooting into all her limbs. It was unusual for her, being ready to attack without having a reason yet, but she felt as if she was not alone anymore. Not that she was scared, she was more curious of what - or who - it might be. Shrugging the thought off, she continued to walk to a small clearing, standing in the middle as she inhaled deeply, filling up her lungs with fresh and cold air.

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Time ceased to turn as the days became weeks and then months, followed by years as captive to the Vikings. Amara hardly recalled home now, pressing it back into the far recesses of her memory. It seemed so distant now, like a dying fire, without prodding the embers soon even the last of its warmth would turn cold. And so be it then, she thought. There was no returning to home now, and even if she were able to escape, what was there to go back to? As far as she knew the Vikings were in the majority against the English, and moreover, most importantly, her family was dead. She took comfort in the fact that she could not escape. Either she or Wessex died the moment the Dane warrior caught her arm in the forest and dragged her to their fortress. The moment she rode across the threshold, all hope of rescue perished. She’s now grateful though - awfully, desperately grateful that in her days fate her permitted her to taste so much, finally, of what it is to be alive. —— Time seemed to pass as quickly as the night drew closer to its end. By this time Amaranthe could no longer think clearly, the alcoholic drinks had taken full effect on her. It was their annual slaughter feast, a festival where everyone was masked until midnight. It’s been a while since she laughed like this. And longer since, ever in truth, she has felt so free. The brunette moved around the fire, which danced fiercely and she found herself burning in its heat. A smile presented itself on her lips as she stopped in her tracks, because she felt resting an eye on her. Her fingertips slipped teasingly along the outlines of her mask before Amara decided to speak. ‘‘You know the rules. Not until midnight. . . And it is not yet the appointed hour.’‘

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What Happened to Me?! // for goddessesofalfheim

@goddessesofalfheim 21 year old Sam was out with her friends; and about to head home, when she was suddenly grabbed and dragged into an alley. Her mouth was covered so she couldn't scream, and then she felt something pierce her neck and she passed out. When she awoke, she felt different and she suddenly craved blood. She frantically walked through town and on the outskirts, until she came across a house. She walked up the path and opened the back door.

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*hugs you real tight* Would you please send this to the first ten people on your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe. ❤

Aww, thank you friend!!

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As much as Amara hated to admit it: she felt uneasy. It had taken her ages to make the journey to Hogwarts. Not because the school was far away nor problems on the way, no, because she simply did not feel like going. Being at a school for witchcraft and wizardry filled with other students and not having complete freedom since the school would monitore her sounded like her own personal hell. Her brown hair was damp by the murkey rain in which she had sailed across the gaint lake. But instead of being bothered, she looked around in slight amazement - being even a little annoyed, stepping into the castle’s Entrance Hall with flaming torches lightening up the dark shadowy walls. While her dark hues took in the new environment, the opening ceremony of the new school year had already begun. Each student was checked for presence, possible new rules and changes within the staff or class schedules were announced and then a brief speech from the headmaster would follow. ‘’Gaunt,’’ A high-pitched voice rang beyond the door, piercing through its slits. Whether she wanted or not, she was forced to enter into the Great Hall with an entrance she had not asked for. Amara looked up a little dazed from the two doors which magically began to open themselves, revealing a massive hall where hundreds of candles were floating in midair over four long tables, different colors banners hanging above them. It was clear that those were for the four different houses within the school; red and gold representing the house of Gryffindor, yellow and black representing the house of Hufflepuf, blue and bronze representing the house of Ravenclaw and last but not least, green and silver represtenting the house of Slytherin. Amara quickly moved forwards, catching everyone’s eye but only her eyes were resting on a man with a silvery long board who sat in the middle at the teacher’s table, wearing magnificent marine blue robes with silver stars embroidered upon them. In that moment she identified him from a few days earlier, in which he had interfered the trail of Amara’s case at the Ministry of Magic. Thanks to his intervention, the accusations were waived and she was sent to Hogwarts for the following years, so they were able to keep an eye on her. Amara had entered Hogwarts all alone, but that did not matter to her. She felt proud and surely looked like that too; neatly dressed in dark toned clothes with elegant earrings to complete the look. The girl was just seventeen years old, but she surely did not looked like a young teenager as her posture and appearance made her resemble a young adult. Poised in movement, she stopped in her tracks before she greeted the teachers with a soft nod of her head. Amara noted that Dumbledore whispered something to a rather dreadful and shabby looking man next to him, patting a gentle hand on his shoulder before he stood up and greeted her. For a few seconds they whispered between the two of them before she suddenly flashed him a smile and turned away. Without prolonging more time or attention, which was practically impossible because of her great entrance, she walked undisturbed towards the table of Slytherin before she sat down. She saw some looks of disbelief and noted some mutual whispers, but she honestly did not really care. Legs crossed and arms laying neatly into lap, she listened attentive and quietly to the speech of the headmaster.