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Post by Ivak on Nov 24, 2008 8:50:04 GMT -5
Kael was standing on the beach. His hood was lowered from his head and his scythe was well-hidden beneath his cloak. It had been years. Many years. Kael was a teenager now. He sighed, frowning. "Michael..." The kid hadn't seen his brother in what he felt like to him centuries. The reaper scowled, annoyed. He'd slay that blue angel...But recent news had told him it would be harder to find that angel now. Apparently he had turned black, and was hiding. Kael bit his lip, thinking of possible places that the infamous man could hide. "ARGH!!!" he shouted out to the sea. He just couldn't focus. He wanted his brother back.
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