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Four years of blood, sweat, and pain had led to this moment. They all fought until they could no longer battle, in order to reach this point.

To reach the end.

None of them wanted it to come to this, but no matter how the four had approached the problem, each and every solution produced the same outcome.

The knife was gripped tightly and a sob held back, knuckles turning white with the force of the grip around the handle of the weapon.

An excess of tears made things blurring, blinding, so perhaps the end wouldn't be so awful. The blade came down, plunging into the stomach of the one companion who needed to die.

This was how it had to end, even if none of them wished it to.

This was the destiny they all had seen coming.

A gasp and blood trickled from the mouth of the dying. Knees hit the floor, resting beside the fallen companion, looking up and whispering as the friend gasped, heart slowing, dying in front of those they trusted.

Friends.

"I'm sorry!" The voice was hoarse, choked with tears that had yet to be shed.

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Hello!

First off, thank you so much for reading! This series was actually posted awhile ago on an account (crazycowriters384) with my awesome co writer ageofthewriters. But life took over, my co writer and I got super busy, and then we lost contact. This story meant a lot to us then and it still does and I didn't want to leave our characters, or our fans, behind.

Quick thank you to the MIND-BLOWINGLY talented zinszerlina for the cover. MY GOD, it's perfect! She's probably the most talented graphic artist I've ever seen.

All your love and support is so appreciated and it really inspires me to write!  So I also want to end with a HUGE thank you!

Love you all,

Brooke