These came from the first book of the Midnight Series, they were either not published and saved in my notes. Or published and deleted later.

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Midnight began to pale she looked, at her hands front and back. Had she done that? It was a accident she was only a eight year old girl with over active powers. Yeah never mind that didn't sound so good. Midnight ran to her bedroom and slammed the door. She sighed and slid down the wall, slowly she looked down at her feet. And she began to sob her shoulders began to shake. She cried harder and huddled up wrapping her cloak tightly around herself. She felt safer like that and her over active powers well guess they would have to wait.

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Midnight wept as the tears that slid, down her face began to glow. Her eyes widened at the glowing tears, frantically she wiped them away in fear.  Arrow (her part Enderdragon friend) and Macy were right! Her powers were building up and they were getting stronger. Everything she didn't want to happen seemed to do the opposite! It made her scared and also very frustrated. It wouldn't be long before the powers she refused to use, were going to have their breaking point and she would literally have a outburst. Which would be deadly for anyone including herself. Sighing Midnight curled up in bed terrified and continued to weep.