"And you've got to watch out for yourself, Kyra. Because, in this town, no one else will! ... Except me, because I'm your friend. Okay, Kyra?"
You turn and salute briskly!
"Okay, Johnny! So what are we going to do today?"
"Well, I was hoping to go to the playground."
(By the by, I'm assuming Johnny is 10, as is Kyra right now.)
"The plaaaayground? What's that?"
Johnny laughed, and ran ahead. You chase after him, with what little speed you can muster! Quickly, you end up in the largest field you've ever seen.
"Where's this? The playground?"
"Huh?"
Johnny stops you, oh so ready to run and frolic. Something strange hangs in the air, unknown to you. But Johnny can smell it. You watch as the hairs on his arm stand on end. Quite similar to the time when he saved you. The changes would happen fast!
"Who's there?"
Johnny growled. The wind whipped up, storm clouds riding in!
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