Broken Spawn

*Broken Spawn was in his small, dimly litted house, kneeling on the floor, clutching his head. His pupils are small and scared, and darting around frantically, as if searching for his former friend, Fire Ring. His mind is flashing with memories of him and Fire Ring, that seem to be eating him alive.* Why... Why did you have to leave me, Fire Ring... *His words are choked, barely above a whisper.*

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