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Why did it hurt, is what I asked my self. Why did it sting, as though I was pinned to the shelf. Behind its eyes I know see me, though I wish I could run, I can't even see. My vision is blurred my vocals cut off, it so frustrating when you must not cough. Because it will echo through these halls, until someone comes to pick up it all. It was kind of sad though falsely brave to see the snake rear up and scathe my neck. My stomach churned as though I thought it would last, but little did I know not much time had past. It was hard now to see, to try to speak a word, I heard my wand roll, and turned to my side. Hoping and praying I'd still be alive, when the Order came and took me away to somewhere they'd ask questions and wouldn't play. The reputation now was faulty, maybe they'd know. Which ones were on our side, and which ones bowed before their 'ruler' who called them manuret. Though they didn't know he was such a threat, they praised and followed him for what they thought was the beginning of a long happy world they'd never be getting. I grumbled and sighed inaudibly on the floor, and though of my family, to whom I was fighting for. I never wanted to leave them though, because I knew they still had to grow. Like flowers they were though they needed there rain and I knew in a few hours time, they'd get that through the tears they cried. I fought accordingly this I know but I wished I could tell them I loved them so. They'll fight too, and win the war, to which I had just given my life for...