Hopeful dream

I flipped the seven feet long slim handle until I saw the shine of its four feet blade. I caresses Hope's black frame and felt the exuding aura were like of that old black goof. The intimidating air and sleek figure that outmatches his previous scythe. She's beautiful enough for me to marvel! 

"Now Hope, let's make this crazed Arao get hit something in his head to get better." I flipped it once again and my wings flapped but I almost lost my balance when a sweet voice enter my ears.

”Be careful father. Uncle told me about your recklessness." 

"YOU CAN TALK?" I almost slammed myself to the rocks ahead but then I swerve to the left and avoided it. I heard her sigh and then my head is being filled again with questions that Hope felt she needed to answer. 

"From the first time we met, I am already inside and unconscious without form. I was slumbering and waiting for father to give me

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