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I've got to remember this is just a game

     For the most part, Draco was unarmed. He carried nothing on his person except the deep rooted instincts and training embedded in his blood. Only the hawk, George, was an outside factor. Still, a bird was only useful as long as it was alive. In close quarters, it would be struck down in one blow. If he had really come here to kill his father, he would have done so by now. He would have cut his throat and watched the light fade from his eyes, and he would have felt nothing.
     At least, he believed that. “I have to see him,” he said, for once being completely honest. “I’m leaving, and I need to see him before I go.” The signs were all around him, reminding him his time was up. He had come here for what he had needed to learn, found nothing of worth, and now had one final task to complete. “I won’t be there long enough to catch it,” he added, smiling faintly.





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