Lost....and maybe found
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Anya raised her head as this strange male approached her.

"I promise to you, I have done nothing wrong," she whimpered. "My father....is he out there somewhere?"

Her wounds were making her delirious. The eyes looking at her were starting to multiply and spin in sickening patterns.

She tried taking a step towards the male, but left most of her weight resting on her injured right shoulder, and crumpled. She just didn't have the strength to get up and greet this male with the dignity she ought to have.

Anya knew that being a roamer on these lands put her at danger. Especially since she was bleeding so profusely. But at this point, she would rather die than go back to the loner gathering place to be ripped to shreds by her father's supporters.

Her delirium got the best of her in short time. As she looked at the male who had approached her, his visage swirled and in an instant, she now saw her beloved brother Malaki, long dead.


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