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The Last Light Prologue
On battle field two figures in black capes stood surveying the damage done and the damage left to be done.
The smaller one was a white wolf, scratched and bleeding. The older taller one was a dark gray wolf.
"Is it true?" The white warrior asked without looking up, "Is he really gone?"
"I've told you, you saw it!" The gray warrior looked away.
"Please tell me it's not true!" Cried the white warrior.
"What do you want me to say?" Growled the gray wolf.
"I want you to tell me he's okay! Tell me there is hope! Kef, tell me that!" The white one cried
"That would be a lie and you know it, he's dead. There is no hope, there is no light anymore." Kef looked down.
The white warrior lowered his head.
"We lost, Kyle." Growled Kef.
"Kyren." Kyle whimpered the words, "I'm sorry."
"Come on, we at least must face his death with dignity." Kef growled.
Kyle looked to the stars, "Your wrong."
"Wha-?" Kef turned to Kyle.
"There is a light left. The Last Light."
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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