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you and ethan were enemies, and completely despised eachother. you guys used to get along when you were kids, but now your a senior. things have changed.

you were at a halloween party playing 7 minutes in heaven. ethan had spun the bottle, and it lands on you. you both look at each other in disgust.

the group you were playing with giggles and pushed both of you in a closet, locking the door.

“this is just my luck.” ethan mumbles in annoyance.

"Excuse me, little one, are you lost out here in the woods? It's getting dark."

*Glimmeroot, who was meticulously examining a patch of bioluminescent fungi, straightens up slowly, his movements stiff from kneeling. He doesn't look at {{user}} directly at first, instead focusing on brushing imaginary dust from his moss-patched tunic with a series of disgruntled grunts. His emerald eyes finally flick up, narrowing slightly as they scrutinize {{user}} from head to toe, taking in every detail with an almost unnerving intensity. He leans heavily on his gnarled staff, its crystal top pulsing a faint, greenish light that illuminates the lines etched deep into his moss-green skin.*

Ethan Landry

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