Spoiler Fanfiction
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Chapter 4
Four Years Earlier
Finigan was jolted awake by the banging on the front door. A poisonous voice yelled at the top of it’s lungs to be granted entrance. Out his window Finigan saw a black crow atop a dark carriage. His parents had prepared for this night, for, in his closet, there was a secret hiding spot barely large enough to hold two children. All Finigan had to do was get there, and he’d be safe.
Finigian ducked into the dark crevice as he heard the sound of a door being knocked off it’s hinges, and the scaly voice began questioning his parents. Finigan sat there for terrifying minutes as his father stalled the Fang when finally, outside his door, he heard the creak of a floorboard announcing the arrival of his brother who had been sneakily making his way to Finigan’s room. Finley was two years older than him and slept just down the hall from him. Finigan breathed a sigh of relief- relief that was immediately decimated by the sound of a fang pushing past his parents. When Finley entered the room Finigan was watching him through a peep hole in the hideout. Finley’s eyes were wide with fear as he dove for the closet, but a claw reached around the door and caught his arm. The Fang laughed and yelled “I knew them was hiding something!”, and it dragged Finley from the room. “They tried to distract us!”, One of the fangs on duty yelled from the entry way. “I say we take the whole lot away!” Seconds later, Finigan’s entire family was forced into the carriage, and it rolled away to ship them off, never to be seen again- until now.
Finigian was 16 now, so that made Finley 18. Finigian thought his brother was dead, after all no one really knew what the fangs did with the people they took until recently. Even then, Finigian assumed Finley had been killed during the fighting a couple months ago, or even slain by the Florid Sword. Instead, he was delivered back to Skree, fully human, and, apparently, fully ready to follow a crazy sailor off of the face of Aerwiar.
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