The Forgotten Years (C1)“Emil!” A young girl with long silvery white hair and bright violet eyes called out. “Where are you?” She sounded annoyed as she walked around, looking for the boy she was yelling for. “I will take all of the coke and licorice for myself if you don't come and help me clean up!” She said a little louder than before as she walked into the living room. A small groan and rustle of moving cloth caught her attention and she moved her gaze to the couch facing away from her. “Got ya you idiot,” she said under her breath as she grabbed a pillow off of the reclining chair. She chucked it down on to the couch where the noise had come from and earned an annoyed groan.The Forgotten Years (C1) by Shattered-Darknesss
A boy with the same hair and eye color as her popped his head up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “You could've hit my head Lára,” he complained lazily. He wasn't supposed to have anything hitting his head as the doctors had told him.
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The Forgotten Years (Prologue)A cold white room with one window; flowers littered around in vases, placed upon any and every smooth surface. All of the flower's were fake, no one wanting anything that could die in the room. The only exception was a pale boy resting in a bed. The sheets were white, same as the room, and machines were hooked up to him. They beeped in a steady tone as the boy looked like he was sleeping. It had been a full month since the last time the beeping grew in speed or slowed down, the doctors had declared the boy as stable; they said he was out of the danger zone, but he could easily slip right back into it if he didn't wake up soon.The Forgotten Years (Prologue) by Shattered-Darknesss
“We need to go,” A quiet voice said from the door to the boy's room. “You haven't slept in days,”
Another male, this one slightly less pale than the boy looked up from his position next to the bed. “I will stay right here until he wakes up... I don't want him to be confused..”
The person at the door, a man with fluffy blond hai
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