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Chapter Eleven
_______ Pain, heartache, a throbbing headache, cold and a spinning head. That was all she felt as she screamed out into the sky. Thunder clapped and the sky changed from blue to a dark hue. The strong howling of wind and a heavy breeze blew around the arena, shaking the roofs of the place and rustling the clothes they wore. Hama-Noshima stood up from her position on her throne as she stared in shock at the wounded and bloodied kneeling woman. Her hair was pure white, her skin paler and black veins evident on her skin, including her eyes that had black tears rolling out of them. Hama-Noshima took off the cape on her shoulders and jumped down from the podium with a blade appearing in her hand from handle to the sharp blades. "The prophecy has to end," Hama-Noshima said in a deep voice as
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