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Puppet Theory

What if a certain some one found out some thing he shouldn't know about, what if he had no control of what he did, and what if he could go back and right those wrongs? But he had to save every one and every thing with the help of those he wronged. I know that some of this is going to seem like an old idea, well then it's a good idea. Some of you have this idea for some person or other, I'm not saying which is best, this is just my take on things can happen. I had this idea some what planted in my head from all the stories out there. Think of this as my two cents in.

Disclaimer: like you haven't seen this before, I own nothing of this just bits and pieces here and there.

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She was walking the line of the shore when she found him. Face down in the sand his robes tattered and ripped to his waist only a few hints of the pattern left. His shoes and socks gone as the sea lapped at his ankles as if trying to pull him in for another round of punishment.

Pulling a lock of silver hair away behind her right ear as the wind continued to play with her hair. What she noticed was how blue his hair is. Walking closer to the prone form, unsure if that he was alive or dead she nudged his side with a pale slipper covered foot. Immediately a soft groan can be heard from the cerulean haired man.

As soon as she heard this she dropped to her knee's beside him rolled him slowly on to his back making sure not to move anything to much. With a sudden sigh she blew her white bangs out of her eyes that had fallen when she rolled the man over. Looking him over she noticed that he was very tall and had curios markings on his face, and even being banged up and busied he seemed to remind he of some one that was important. She though to herself as she checked for anything broken.

While checking his bruised ribs he stared to move and open his eyes. When she saw how panic started to creep in to his movements she put her hand on his shoulder eye contact with him; dark sea blue meant glowing emerald green. "You are safe here." She reassured him as he started to calm down but still some fright in his eyes. "Where am I?" he asked with a cultured voice parched with the lack of water as his eyes slowly clouded over in unconsciousness. "Purgatory." She whispered as he fell in to a healing sleep.