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A frightfully long scream was heard in the cold darkness of the valley where Cassandra ran for her life. Her boyfriend laid  drowning in a pool of blood near their car. She never witnessed death unfold from her innocent eyes. Thomas was a fool to defend her, he couldn’t have matched the devilish strength that monster possessed.

She hesitated a moment; took out her father’s golden pendant.

“This will protect you from any danger,” were the words of her departed father.

It was too dark. She tripped on a root: fell, rolled, and twisted. Her body burned with bruises. The creature was on top of her, its fangs gaping with its foul breath.

Then a brilliant light protected her; almost instantly, blue lightning struck the creature from her fingers.

“Merlin’s magical blood runs through me,” she whispered in deafening silence.

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My friend dragonblogger, created a random twitter poem inspired by this story at Wandererthoughts – Poetry and Literature by Dragon Blogger. Thank you so much Justin!

TRIVIA:
After I wrote this story, I looked for information pertaining to Merlin’s legacy. I found out that there was a book written by Quinn Taylor Evans. Coincidentally, the character in this story has lightning powers, ergo light. It fit the character of Merlin’s third daughter in the book. So, I changed the name of my character here to Cassandra.

I hope you enjoyed my early Halloween story.