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    Miguel awoke slowly in a deep sleep endused fog. The cold was coming from the window. Hadn't he closed it? "Oh my God!!" he yelled. "It's already 7:30?! I am so late!"
He was supposed to have woken up at 5:30. His aunt, Mrs. Bangenlle, as she made him call her, had a specific time to wake up hoặc bạn where not fed. Though he was usually good at waking up on time, today he felt he could sleep forever..

    He rushed over to his dresser to get dressed, pulling out a plade madras áo sơ mi and dark sagging jeans witch had been his mother's brother'a when he...

Walking down a đường phố, street in Sand Diego near the bờ biển, bãi biển is a black-haired and red-eyed kid who seems to be walking aimlessly. What Zaren was actually doing was thinking about the events of the past three days. Two days cách đây he had showed up seemingly out of nowhere when president Barack O-something was giving a speech and had được trao away his plans for world domination then soon after that followed the assassination of the president in front of millions, maybe more, panicking people. Then there was yesterday when they had sent such a small group of people after him after they found his island.

Shrugging...

"A WARNING" It đã đưa ý kiến it was written in Aundre's blood. It was signed, "VINDEMIATRIX."

I sharply took in a breath, I could read it. This means, it was written in Rishima. We weren't alone. 'Could that really mean--' my thoughts were interrupted. "Hey big sister." someone đã đưa ý kiến behind me. I whipped around, "Who are you?" I stood up and took a step closer , as if to threaten her.

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"Vindemiatrix," I bowed mockingly my hair swung down and almost scraped the sand, "call me, Vindemiatrix." She stared at me astonished, I could tell that she recognized the name even though she didn't know me. "Capella,...