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England:
It was another cold, rainy morning in Aberdaron. Clouds rolled lazily by, urging the business men in straight suits to head back home. Grey skies shadowed grey outlines of faces and places. The dreary atmosphere set the stage to another long and lonely October day. Drizzling drops raced down windows, as children played innocently indoors. Only the busy workers of the city dared go outside. One group of chattering teenagers, however, stood soaking wet just within the front door to Y Gegin Fawr, having run in merely seconds ago.
"Why are we here again?" asked one boy. He was tall and lanky, with ruffled gray hair that scattered itself across his forehead. His face was thin and freckled, but hidden beneath his soaking mane. He wiped some rain out of his ash-colored eyes, taking in his surroundings.
"Well, we had to meet somewhere." A short girl, about seventeen, and no older than the boy next to her, flung her hair out of her face. Her long, chestnut locks, tumbled down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes sparkled their grey-brown hue, flashing to the boy's face and back to the others for support. "Everest?" she whispered, unsure, her round face creasing in doubt . "Why did we meet here?"
A tall, handsome boy stepped forward. He had white-blonde hair, windswept but sparkling with rain. He was well-built, and looked older than his age of eighteen. His eyes, a dramatic ocean blue, swam around the circle of friends, landing on the younger boy at last.
"Because," his velvet voice sang, "we need to talk."
"Well, then let's talk," another girl spoke up. She, too, was about eighteen, tall and beautiful with straight and long, raven hair and sharp, sapphire eyes. She glanced at each friend, hands to her sides, complimenting her thin shape. Her glare caught the youngest boy's eyes, and he averted from her gaze. Her intense stares brought urgency to the group, eager to end the conversation and return home. "Four of us is enough for now. Genevieve will be informed on the plan later. We're just gonna have to continue as we planned minus one."
The younger two look apprehensive, but waiting was not an option. It was already too late.