a n c h o r s wrote:Rayne stood at the corner of a street. She had a light jacket on along with her dark blue jeans and black boots. Her blonde tresses were hidden by the hood of her jacket and she kept her head low. Her hands were tucked into her pocket, but they tingled with magic. She itched to help someone, but with years of practice she held back. She didn't want to embrace this. It made her a freak in the world, and she was a freak. Rayne cursed quietly in her head and began to walk down the street, trying not to be suspicious.



















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