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"******, you've done enough!"
"No I haven't *****. In fact, I believe I have not done enough."
"Don't you touch her!!!"
"Please, do not interfere *****. It needs to be done. We both know that she is too dangerous, and if we continue to do nothing you know how it will end."
"She's suffered enough, plus you don't know that! She's stronger than anyone else, you yourself have seen it with your own eyes! So believe in her, believe in that strenght that she'll-"
"I'm sorry *****, but that is too big of a risk to take for a 'What if'."
"NO! STOP! I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN!!!"
"*****, move. Don't make me hurt you"
"RUN, EL**! **LL*N!"
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"ELLEN!"
A tired eye blinked slowly awake, awarness slowly settling in. The hazy fog clouding her mind fading bit by bit, allowing the burning pain of the injury on her face, and the aches of her body for the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements, to make itself known. The screams of her dream turning into nothing but faded whispers, dissapearing into the parts of her mind where she was unable to thread or reach. A dream that would be forgotten, except for the small fragments that would be nothing but nonsensical to her. The pains of hunger racking her petite body, wrapped in a thin and old blanket. The old house she found herself in creaked with age, and was filled with the ominous sound of silence. She was the sole occupant of this broken down home. Grit and dirt clung to her pale skin, the bottom of her little feet nearly black. Her once snow like hair unkept and dirty. The oversized shirt she wore reached past her knees, ripped and stained at the edges, masqueraded as a dress. The bandages she wore were the only clean things she had, covering not just the left side of her face, (hiding the gruesome and painful injury underneath), but also that useless and unmoving left arm of hers (deformed and disgusting).She catches her reflection on a broken piece of glass near her, and finds herself staring back with her uncovered eye.Her gold eye.This was the norm for young little Ellen. The small child with neither a home, nor much of a memory. Alone and hurting and starving in a abandoned house that was falling apart.A little girl too small for the grand destiny forced on her delicate shoulders. One that was unknown to all, even herself, and that would cause ripples in the lives of many and in the world.It all began with her (because it always come back to her) and a chance meeting with another child lost in the thrones of his despair and hurt. One whose fate becomes intertwined with her's and others in ways beyond their own comprehension.