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Fairy Sister from the Sky
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Spring Month, the air is filled with the essence of spring.
Shadows continuously dart through the forest, large and small, as animals panic and flee, fearing that a moment's delay could lead to becoming a victim of human arrows.
A completely transparent Black Horse gallops forward, raising clouds of dust behind it.
"Go—."
A youthful yet authoritative voice rings out. The young boy on the horse squints his eyes, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the black panther running ahead.
The black panther, with its striking black and white fur, possesses a lithe form and remarkable speed. It is a rare breed among the Apocalypse Dynasty panthers, seldom seen in its full glory.
Today, fate has brought him face to face with it. A fierce expression appears on his handsome face, one that belies his age, as a bloodthirsty glint flickers in his eyes.
He draws an Arrow from behind him, placing both hands on the bowstring, aiming at the silhouette of the panther, ready to—release.
Suddenly, a deafening scream echoes from above, resonating through the sky.
The boy's pupils constrict; the arrow in his hand hesitates as he senses a White Shadow descending at light speed from above, growing ever closer.
He looks up; the distance is too great for clarity, and all he sees is a dark shape. He raises his bow and arrow towards the White Shadow, releasing it without hesitation.
White Shadow Layer upon layer, another scream echoed in the boy's ear, "It hurts—"
Immediately following was the sight of that White Shadow crashing down in front of his horse, a cloud of dust rising and enveloping everything. The White Shadow lay sprawled on the ground, choking on the dirt as she coughed repeatedly.
The boy focused his gaze and saw a little girl, about five or six years old. She was wrapped in a white Ruffled Skirt that clung to her petite frame, her hair styled in little flower braids.
An Arrow was lodged in her left shoulder, and her small face contorted in pain, covered in grime. Blood flowed continuously from the wound, gradually staining her white clothing.
But why was her blood silver???
A flicker of shock passed through the boy's pupils, quickly vanishing as he composed himself and asked seriously, "Who are you?"
The girl, unable to respond, trembled as she reached for the arrow's shaft. Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes and yanked the arrow out with a sudden motion. Silver blood gushed forth, spilling onto the ground like brilliant silver sand.
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