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The Second

He was a young run away boy. At the age of 11, he ran not only from a brutal past, but from a great family secret. He, too, was scared and alone. He was bruised and battered, but so was his soul. He ran holding a long cloak-like cloth, crying. His shoes were worn and torn, so was his shirt. He got caught in so many branches that blood stained it. His shorts were torn, but one tear was there on purpose. He had a big, bushy fox tail and fox ears that peaked out the top of his hat. His black hair was sticking out of the top and the sides. His hair was, like his whole being, coated in dirt. His eyes were red and full of dark secrets and memories he just wanted to forget......As he ran, he looked back, but as soon as he looked forward, he slammed into a tree. The hit from the thick tree made him fall backwards, hitting his head on a rock. Few conscious seconds passed before he slipped into a dark, unforgiving sleep.