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“Witch, witch!” “Burn her alive!” “Witchcraft!” “Save our village!” “Destroy her!” You ran through the streets of the small village you called home.  Snowflakes swirled around you and stuck to your shivering form.  The torches and muddy pitchforks of your fellow villagers gleamed in the moonlight.  Your breath hitched as an arrow shot past your head, barely missing its fearful target. The jeers and cries of fear bellowed behind you as you raced towards the edge of town.  There was a dense pine forest that surrounded the borders, and if you made it there, hop

“Witch, witch!” “Burn her alive!” “Witchcraft!” “Save our village!” “Destroy her!” You ran through the streets of the small village you called home.  Snowflakes swirled around you and stuck to your shivering form.  The torches and muddy pitchforks of your fellow villagers gleamed in the moonlight.  Your breath hitched as an arrow shot past your head, barely missing its fearful target. The jeers and cries of fear bellowed behind you as you raced towards the edge of town.  There was a dense pine forest that surrounded the borders, and if you made it there, hop

Iceland frowned as he saw Denmark trying to get his big brother's attention. It annoyed him to no end. Even though he was the cold, anti-social kid he could be hot-blooded too! Norway soon walked away from Denmark, leaving him to play with his legos. This was the chance he had been waiting for! His cheeks went light pink as Norway walked closer to him. "Are you all right, lille bror?(little brother)" Norway asked him sitting down in front of him at the kitchen table.  That word! The only one that could get him Norway's attention! Oh, how Iceland hated how a simple word could get his brother's attention, while he most likely had t

WARNING: Blood, lots of it, implied smut, Yaoi, blood, PruCan, blood. DONT LIKE, DONT READ He raced through the forest Sense on high alert, he was alert to every sound, every movement. His feet barely even touched the ground as he ran for his life through the forest, HIS forest. He knew this forest, he lived  in it, and he knew if he could make it to the plains he had a chance of making it out, or he could fight, and be at the advantage. A pair of eyes glowed out from the darkness in front of him, forcing him to turn and run another way, lest those eyes catch him. He heard the screeches and whoops as his pursuer chased him. Wait, pursuer&hell