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Meet Your Maker
As the young man jumped from tree to tree, letting his body determine which branch would be able to hold his weight, he dared not look down. His legs felt like lead, but the shouts behind him kept him moving forward, though at a slower speed then he would have liked. The sound of galloping hooves against the moist forest floor growing closer urged him to keep moving, as panic swelled up in his chest. His usual confidence seemed to have abandoned him as he clutched the small brown package tightly against his chest, eyes wild with desperation. Suddenly a ball of fire came spinning past his face, barely missing him, setting the tree ahead of him ablaze. Without pausing the boy shifts his path to avoid the flames cursing to himself. "This is seriously the last time I'm stealing from wizards," he mumbles, but not really believing his own words. The jobs that involved the magic-folk always paid the best, and were the most thrilling. The trees were starting to thin out and soon he'd be out on open land where the horses will easily be able to catch up. He needed to figure out how to lose his puresurs fast or-

"Hey! Hey, Alice! Did you hear what happened last night?" She is pulled out of her thoughts, and turns her gaze towards the voice, hands still hovering over the keyboard. Standing in her dorm room's open doorway is none other then Mel, her long hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and it moved with her as she entered Alice's room.
"Yes, I did," Alice says lazily, turning her head back to the computer screen.
"Well, don't you want to go see it?" Mel asks, putting her hands on Alice's shoulders, and her long painted nails dig into the girl's skin.
"But, but I'm working on something," Alice sighs, "fine, I guess I could use a break." She shrugs Mel's hands off and stand up, slipping on her green spring jacket. Mel skips out of her room, and waits for her in the hall rocking back and forth on her heels, with that star-stunning smile of hers spread wide across her face, the kind that always made Alice smile back no matter her mood. She stops in front of the full length mirror that was hanging next to her desk and plays with the rim of her blue-jean hat for a second. Loose strands of hair were popping out of her braids that barely draped over her shoulders. Today her dishwater blonde hair had a tinge of orange in it, proving that the warm weather of summer was fast approaching as Alice spent more and more time out in the sun. By the time mid-summer rolls around it will probably be bleached a light shady color. She shrug at her reflection, and walks out to the hall, then after locking her door, Mel and Alice head outside. It was a Friday so the campus was pretty much dead, as

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