"once unbroken, some are stolen the broken ones shall be rewoken they dance the night away then fade when it becomes day some will remain and they will tell you their story of that fateful day."

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-This story is written in short story figure
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the collection of broken souls

Meanwhile, In a castle covered by grapevines and smelled of twine. An exhausted child and a man who had his heart out in the open rested on a dusty old peasant chair. " Are you okay?" The man asked. The child stayed silent, ignoring the man's question." Why did you run, who were you running from?" The man asked again. The child turned and glared at the man and with a calm tone the child spoke. " how do you know the name willow?" 


The man shook in surprise and turned his attention elsewhere. Determined the child asked again demandingly. " where did you hear the name willow?" The man distanced himself from the child and continued to stare off. Anger filled the child's soul. Until the child couldn't hold on any longer. The child erupted. 


Chapter 14: The memories tale