Alice"Help me!” It was the scream of a woman. Loud and piercing through the night air. The voice was filled with so much fear, and plea that it stood the paws of wolves; ears of faery, and the soul of the brooding white witch—the voice of the crying pierced through the night and pooled on the heart of Alice. Waking her up from sleep, she ran at an insane speed. An angry Alice in motion was surprised at how fast her legs carried her and how weightless she seemed. She was practically floating on air. She felt a bizarre surge of adrenaline pop through her veins and even though she wanted it to stop, she couldn't control it. It was dusk and only the whisperers of the night were seen hovering because according to them, the last seed of their nemesis had been uprooted. A loud frightening belly laughter reputed behind Alice, cutting through the silence of the night and the serenity it provided. It sounded so close. As Alice turned to address the voice, she came face to face with a woman, s
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