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'Clone' - Prolouge
Kuja Tribal quickly awakened from his restless slumber, his thin body drenched in sweat.
He lay back down, whipeing the uncomfortable sweat off of his forehead, and took in deep breaths, though he still felt sick to his stomach.
The silver-haired man closed his eyes, mind not being able to block out the horrible dream that replayed the tragic and unexpected deaths of his beloved wife and beautiful daughter.
Silver-green feathers lay scattered across the desert ground, some broken, and, others, stained with blood.
A tear slid from the corner of Kuja's eye.
Somewhere, in a world of dark, watercolor blue, two white figures streamed across a groundless sky like ghosts.