Star-crossed Lovers

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Bright stars dotted the Jamaa skies like fireflies migrating. Phantom Volcano was casting a sinister shadow onto the peaceful township, where people were currently snoozing sleepily. In Phantom Palace, Mercy was gazing at Jamaa. Mercy, was the Phantom King's third and youngest daughter. But, unlike her sisters, Mercy was curious and had always showed talent when trying new things. Right now, the young Phantom was in her wolf form, wishing she could go to Jamaa, but she couldn't. Not aware of what she was doing, Mercy slowly climbed out her window, slid down the old willow and went into the Dark woods, which was the barrier between Jamaa and Phantom Lands. Nimbly dodging every branch and tree, she suddenly saw a light and dodged behind a large black oak. The light disappeared, and she breathed out a sigh of relief, but sharply stopped." Who in the name of Jamaa are you? " Mercy slowly turned around to face the person.