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Dark side of me: C2Hello! Here I am with another chapter. I got some follows last time…. But reviews are nice too you know! Don't be one of THOSE people…. Haha. Anyways… Hope you are enjoying it so far. I'll keep writing as long as you keep reading!Dark side of me: C2 by Pryze
The dark side of me: Chapter 2
The realm of the unwanted was still the perfect place to hide. Here, no one really cared who you were or where you came from. Even in this time of re-established peace in the OZ, the realm was teaming with miscreants and vagabonds alike. It was also a good place for information if you kept your ears open.
This is what had prompted today's urgent meeting between the Cain men.
"You know, this self-imposed exile is a little over dramatic, even for you." The younger Cain said as he took his place next to his father at the bar. The elder Cain ignored this statement and continued sipping the cold glass of whisky in front of him.
The bartender came by but Jeb waved him off, this would hopefully be a quick visit. He
Dark side of me: C1Here is a new tin man finfic from me!!! Also available on FF.net.Dark side of me: C1 by Pryze
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The Dark Side of Me: Chapter 1
DG tore the crown off her head and tossed it carelessly onto the large antique vanity with a heavy sigh. Her up-do fell around her shoulders and down her back in a mass of wild curls. She looked at herself for a few moments, scrutinizing the image before her.
She was trying to find some semblance of the person she used to be. Her once brilliant blue eyes seemed duller, as if the life was literally being sucked out of her. At least, that was how she felt. The monotonous regime of day to day life had become something that she had come to resent. The same thing every day, Duties and propriety, obligations and responsibilities. This was not what she had in mind for her life.
But at this point, her life wasn't really hers was it?
Her life belonged to the people of the OZ.
She stood from her place at the vanity and began the rigorous task of ridding herself
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