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Post by NPC1 on Aug 31, 2014 23:47:55 GMT -6
- AVARICE - "I want to eat." The swamp waters had gone undisturbed in this most south-eastern part of Hryst for dozens of years. The air was incredibly humid and only a few nearby villages used the place to hunt thicker, scaley game - alligators and the like. Perhaps a turtle here or there to make some form of soup. But the further towards the deadsands the swamp went, the more humid it became..
Fog danced thickly across the shallow water - knee deep to those that attempted to cross the marsh without finding solid ground. In some places still there were island of moss and rock for which one could travel atop. The sky was indeed clear, though black, and the moon lit a few ways here and there. But the fog had covered plenty.
But it wasn't just fog.
To any that tresspassed here, the very air would feel as though it were trying to invade within the pores of their skin, through the folds of their clothes, between the strands of their hair. It was heavy and hot. Once in a while the fog would stir as though something lied beneath it. However, all nature had fled this area. The bugs in the ebs.. the birds of the sky, lizards across rocks and rodents in weeds - all had scattered far, far away. Something was very wrong here. Well.. simply because something was here.
Soon, the fog began to grow denser, lifting slowly from the ground into the air to block nearly any vision more than a few feet from a person's set of eyes. A rumbling, clicking noise began to echo - bouncing from one direction to the next while the white fog completely took over the air of the swamp. The second it stopped, everything went eerily quiet.. so quiet, though, that it nearly hurt to not hear. Deafening. And the fog stilled.
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Sept 1, 2014 7:27:17 GMT -6
Brenna had been asked to go to the south-eastern part of Hryst just to see how everything was going there. Like normal she went by herself expect for Kindle, the fire lizard that had become her one best friend. She put her horse in a stable as Kindle sat across her shoulders. The fire lizard tense a little as his orange eyes fell on the marsh. Some of the people came over to her telling her about how the marsh seemed to have changed. She saw the fear on their faces before she nodded and turned toward the marsh. One of the small children grabbed her hand. Brenna kept her power hidden better these days. She looked down at the kid. "Don't go in there." Her eyebrows raised. "It's okay, I'll be fine." She gave the small child a reassuring smile before walking on toward the marsh.
Her red eyes scanned the area. Kindle tensed even more and seemed to be growling a little. Her eyes fell on him as he dug his claws into her clothing a little. "Kindle..." She had never seen him act like this. She noticed that the animals that called the marsh home wasn't there. She kept walking with each step she regretted coming alone. She kept to the rocks not wanting to fall into the marsh. Everything was quiet. In the dense fog, Brenna heard something moving around. She put her hand on her sword and kept ready. There was something evil in the marsh and both Brenna and Kindle could feel it.
If Brenna had just been a normal person, she might have run but for some reason she always needed to prove herself as a soldier. There she was worth something. It probably had to do with her father. Her eyes kept scanning the area around them. She slowly slipped her gloves off. If there was a creature there that meant to hurt the land she loved, she wanted to be able to use her full power. Kindle slowly ran his head over her neck. He knew what might happened and was trying to reassure her that taking her gloves off was for the best. She put her hand back on the blade as she stood with her eyes scanning the area.
What was it? She had never felt anything like this. She was worried. What had decided to plague terror into Hryst? She slowly kept walking. The only noise coming from the marsh was the sound of her breathing, her foot steps and Kindle's soft growls. He wasn't happy to be there but he wasn't going to leave Brenna alone to fight something so evil. He wished she would turn back but knew she couldn't. |
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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Sept 1, 2014 13:23:19 GMT -6
Tell it's me by the clamor now baby
I like to tear up the street
It was funny how one person's misfortune could turn into another's boon. Typically speaking, Miyoko actually liked people, although admittedly not for the reasons one might've thought - sure, they tended to be selfish, greedy and often self serving bastards as a whole, but most of them also tended to know when to throw in the towel and ask for help when they needed it. As a species they were very, very social creatures, so when the problems of one started to cause trouble for many word of it tended to spread like wildfire. After what had happened in the Rose of Orik over a month ago trouble simply seemed to be the norm - problems were popping up everywhere now, and while many of the priests might've claimed that the root of the troubles were the unbalance caused by Dym's passing Miyo herself didn't buy it. The Empire in the middle of the continent had been godless for a long, long time, but that didn't stop people from living on the outskirts or animals from continuing to thrive in the otherwise hostile desert environment and ruins of the old city. Most of the problems - at least from her perspective - had been things that were a long time coming, the vast majority of them results of the troubles that people themselves made for each other in their own individual bids to get ahead in the world.
If anything, that had been the reason Miyo had quit her old job - she could have avoided or at least better prepped for a lot of what happened in Domhan Tir if her old boss had simply TOLD her ahead of time why she had been taking a trip out there rather than just up and signing her up for the tournament-festival-thingamabob. Ugly parting discussion aside, though, it was probably something she should have done a long, long time ago - looking back on her employment history, it was frankly no different than what the government had intended to do, and he had needed her far more than she had needed the company. All they had really done was forward jobs to her while Miyoko had been the one to do the vast majority of the actual work involved, but now that she was freelance... sure, living and travel expenses were up, but now she was keeping far more than just a percentage of the profits in her travels.
In any case, though, her trip back from Domhan Tir and eventually to Aquavia had been met with an extended stop in Hryst, and for the time being business was good. None of the bullshit that tended to be involved with the heavy urban society and environment of Baem, and while Miyoko did miss the warmth of the tropics she was making a lot of easy money in the foreign nation. Even better, from what she'd been able to tell elementals were the most common kind of gift in the nation, and as long as Miyoko didn't cause any trouble for the authorities she was able to fit right in. Not that the nation didn't have their problems, but aside from the trade industry's troubles following the brutal winter, nothing that she could actually help with, the only nasties came from the less than pleasant climates outside of the city and the spirits that seemed to run rampant in the nation's wilds - perfect for someone with the muscle to at least hold them off from travelers and able to outrun them when it was needed, and it was thanks in large part to those qualities that Miyo now found herself trudging through the wonderful, methane infused muck and fog of one of the many bogs and swamps scattered across the nation's river systems. At least that was to be the case if she hadn't started to make much more liberal use of her gift without anyone to get on her back about it.
Carefully making her way through the trees over the water and taking particular effort to avoid the weaker or rotted branches lest they result in a rather messy fall to the mud and water below, Miyoko would launch herself off of one tree before reaching out to the next, hand clinging to the surface like it had been super glued on contact and legs following as she clung to the side of the tree, seemingly ignoring gravity as a whole were it not for her loose clothing and hair showing signs of its pull. More than a few travelers had gone missing heading to Hryst's capitol in the past few days, and almost all of them had supposedly passed through here - it might not have been an official job offer, per se, but there had to be a reward of some kind out for their safe retrieval, or failing that a solution or information on whatever had crossed their paths. That being said, Miyoko herself had no interest in sharing whatever their fate had been, and for the time being she was more than content to take a route that none of those caravans likely had been able to - she might not have been able to outright avoid the problem, but at least this way she'd see it before it could do anything to her.
As the fog suddenly began to grow even denser below the swamp's canopy, Miyoko found herself more than incredibly glad that she'd taken the route she did - the rate at which the change was happening was not something doable by someone without a gift or tech on par with Aquavia's, and while the former was something that might've been found out here the sound that followed it was most definitely not human or any animal smaller than a car. A spirit? Miyoko had heard stories of the Aman Arakh that were scattered and hidden across Hryst's plains, but she'd yet to encounter one before in her life - she'd always wanted the chance to admittedly test herself against one, but there was a time and place for that. Truth be told, though, Miyoko was fairly certain it wasn't one of those she was dealing with here, anyways - the lore concerning the spirits was pretty concrete, and none of the stories Miyoko had read up on had ever mentioned one appearing out in an environment like this considering that their physical forms were mostly rock, soil and bark, two of which weren't readily found in swamps. Something new, then, although rather than the usual rush that came with such a proposition Miyoko found herself more than a tad uneasy... the last "new" thing that she had run into had been Septem and her flunkies during their throw down with Orik in Domhan Tir, and she was not looking forward to a repeat event without a lot of prep work done in advance.
Considering that she was already out here, though.... there was still time to turn back, sure, but Miyoko wasn't entirely certain that it was a smart idea to turn her back on whatever was in that fog if it was even remotely similar to an Aman Arakh or one of those things from the Rose of Orik. She knew she could beat the latter on her own now, which meant continuing forward was probably the safer of the two options. Flipping the mental switch on in her head to begin gathering charge and pleased to find that the wet environment helped far more than expected, Miyoko would shift her gravity defying stance on the tree's side to fold her legs beneath her, and with a matching charge imbued into where she was standing to springboard her jump the young woman would launch herself towards the nearest tree top, continuing to chain the maneuver as she moved deeper into the swamp, careful to remain above the fog.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Sept 1, 2014 15:39:04 GMT -6
 THIS EVIL HAS NO PLACE TO HIDE
FROM ONE SEEKING JUSTICE A month. It had been a month before Aaron had finally gotten into the right state of mind to visit the Rose of Orik where… where his god’s head had been tossed unceremoniously onto the ground. His heart still hung heavy with the gaping hole he felt. But now it had a name. And he wasn’t about to let these demons cause more problems as long as he still drew breath. They were no gods. They were only evil creatures meant for one thing, death and destruction. Aaron wasn’t about to let them run wild. He vowed that he would never stop until all of them were dead. All had their heads on stakes. All were burned to ashes. And justice was served.
But first, he still had to visit the Rose, to see for himself the destruction and the last resting place of his god. It was that reason that he’d taken as nearly a direct route as possible to get there. Unfortunately this lead through the swamps within South-Eastern Hryst. He’d already passed towns where people warned him to not venture into the swamp. “Evil resides there. Go around or turn back.”
Evil resides where it will. And that’s exactly where Aaron wanted to be. Perhaps this time, he’d actually be able to do something about it. Protect the people who were there. Keep an event such as the tournament from happening again. And possibly get the justice for Dym that was rightfully needed. So now, he was moving through the swamps as much as he could, keeping to the rocks and trees. He was no outdoorsman so it wasn’t so easy but he as determined and he wouldn’t stop. Besides, even if he did look ridiculous stumbling through the murky waters and underbrush, who would be around to see it? Shy was still in Aster. And no one dared venture into the swamp these days it seemed.
He’d been trudging through the swamp for what seemed like hours. And as he had been going, the environment had just gotten worse and worse. Now, the fog was thick enough to cut with a sword. The air hung low and everything just felt wrong. There were no creatures around to make noises. The only sounds were those of the water as it sloshed around his boots and his own breathing. He stopped to look around hearing something other than himself for once. Something in the trees. His hand went up to the handle of his sword slowly waiting.
Another sound, to his right, this one low, near the ground. There were two other things here. Aaron stood completely still and waited. The chances of creatures being here had seemed dashed as the fog scared even the insects away. But there really was no telling what else was in this swamp. And Aaron wasn’t even sure if it was human.
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Post by NPC1 on Sept 3, 2014 11:39:38 GMT -6
- AVARICE - "I want to eat."
The fog thickened and thickened - so much so that the air might have become difficult to breath for those walking along the ground who dared to venture into this humid wasteland of horror tales and other stories passed by recently from the lucky caravans that had survived a passage through. There was a reason the fog lifted... the same reason it, now, began to slowly drift down onto the ground - leaving those that were nearby to possibly see one another. The spirit was breathing.
Though its exhale might have done any travellers well by allowing a break for cleaner air and visibility, it also began to reveal the surrounding's more, well, 'telling' accents. When the fog lowered well enough to lie perhaps an inch or more from the ground, objects poked from its surface into visibility. A caravan wheel here, a horse carcas there.. and then, soon enough, the bodies of those that went missing. Not an outstanding number of people piled on top of each other, no. But they were scattered about - no blood or bruises or broken bones. Their eyes were all open, their skin gray, and expressions confused and twisted as if trying to say something before their dying breath. The number of those that rested there were so oddly placed on the ground, leaving a sign of 'no struggle', that something seemed wrong. It was clear none of them were of warrior kind.. no soldier, no knight, no champion. Simple traders and merchants more than likely. Stories had come out of this swamp though. Which meant there had been survivors. Left to simply see their fellow caravaners lying on the ground... as they had the chances to walk away.A stirring occurred in the fog now, a rippling almost in its surface. It became less smooth and the top shivered like some jagged vital-reading monitor. The echoing clicks bounced around once again as the spirit became disturbed and began to wake. As if the swamp's bubbling waters and the hissing wind collaborated in harmony - a voice came from no given source. "Mnnn?.. Traders? Nomads? This spirit was sleeping...." it garggled, almost a bothered growl with the shifting and swimming fog, "Awake it? Why..? Perhaps.. these ones have something to offer..? Compensation.. yes, compensation..."The white covering the ground sucked inwards, very slowly, as if sliming over rock, root, and body alike around the travellers' ankles - even snaking up the tree to the one clever enough to hide above the swamp - just easing by her calves until falling back down the other side of the trunk and continuing its slow journey to no one location in particular.. just showing that it knew of their locations. The spirit was aware now - and it wanted answers. Answers.. or something better in exchange.
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Sept 9, 2014 12:28:03 GMT -6
Brenna was surprised when the fog seemed to fall. She saw the bodies. She slowly walked toward them. She was ahead of Aaron. She ran over to them and checked them. They didn't look like they had fought for their life. She bent down to them to look at them. She said a soft pray. She couldn't believe the people that had been killed in the swamp but there was nothing that said they should be dead. Kindle tightened around her shoulders. She gently closed the eyes of a trader and shook her head.
She looked around before seeing a man standing pretty close. She saw had seen him before but couldn't place her finger on it. She slowly stood and started to walk back toward him. She had her gloves off still before seeing him come into focus. "Aaron?" She hadn't expected to see him there. "What are you doing here?" She didn't think he did this but she wasn't sure why he would be walking the swamps of Hryst when he was taking care of someone that had lost their memory.
When the voice started to sweep across the swamp, she looked around. She put her hand on her sword. She had to watch it now. She didn't want to hurt Aaron now that she knew he was there. Brenna was a little worried that he was there. He could get seriously hurt and not by the thing that had killed the people around them. She didn't want to set the place on fire but she didn't know how out of control this could get. Kindle scanned the area while they were standing there. Brenna kept her hand on her sword.
She wouldn't admit that she was a little scared of what might happened. She didn't know that this had anything to do with the God that had died. She let her eyes scan the area as they stood there. "Its not safe here. You need to get out of here." She had been sent there to check it out but she couldn't think why Aaron would be there. She didn't know that his God had been the one that had been killed.
Brenna couldn't see the other person in the trees. She needed to think about the here and now and to get Aaron out of there while there was still time.
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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Sept 19, 2014 0:00:36 GMT -6
Tell it's me by the clamor now baby
I like to tear up the street
One branch to another, Miyoko would continue to move through the swamp's canopy, albeit at a much slower pace than before as she paused with each landing to pick up additional electrical charge from the water slicked wood - it wasn't Aquavia, but aside from the power lines running all over the country she honestly couldn't have asked for much better of an environment to channel her power through. As the fog began to lower, however, the rogue element immediately became thankful that she had chosen the route that had taken her above the fog.
As the mist began to visibly dissipate in a way that was most definitely not natural - and trust an archipelago native to know it - Miyoko would halt her progression through the swamp to cling to a branch in a squat, barely avoiding slipping over to hang upside down from it as she shed her momentum. Not that it really made what was being revealed any better, though. Miyoko had seen her own fair share of violence in her time and was far from innocent concerning the ways of the world - both literally and figuratively - but even most of the hardened soldiers she had spoken to during the Aquavian military's attempts to recruit her would've gone pale at what lay on the ground below her.
Corpses. Lots of corpses, and from the look of it none of them had even fought back, and complete massacre. No weapons, no signs of struggle, but what concerned her most of all was that there wasn't even any sign that the dead had attempted to flee before their end had come - whatever killed them had been quick and quiet, and either given them no chance to flee before realizing the threat or had appeared as anything but one. Given the fog's recent actions on top of that... Miyoko was suddenly very, very wary of her surrounding environment and of the mist below, and the last thing she wanted to do was to come in contact with it or get stuck on the ground if she could help it. Death was down there, somewhere, hidden in the mud, water and fog, and the fact that she didn't know its form made the woman nervous for the first time in a long, long while. This wasn't what she thought it had been - the spirits that Hryst knew of came at them from the front, and this was something new. More than that, though, movement would make itself known among the dead below, and in turning her head to zero in on the source Miyoko would discover that she wasn't alone out there. For how long, though, would remain to be seen given their preferred method of travel.
"The hell- GENIUSES, GET OFF THE GROU-!" Miyoko would start to call out, intending to get their attention and either persuade the two to leave for safer territory or at least exercise a bit more caution in what they were doing out there. Miyoko knew full well that she was starting to become far more partial to the former option of the two herself and would probably take it once they were safely gone, but before she could even finish speaking the woman would find herself freezing and falling silent as yet additional movement made itself known. Not human, nor was the voice that came with the disturbance in the water - nice to know that her bet on it being a spirit was correct, for all the good it did her. This was bad - if it had a physical form that she could beat on and destroy that would be one thing, but with what Miyoko had seen so far she wasn't entirely certain that she could even hurt whatever had done this, and after the Rose that was saying something.
So, multiple choice time. First and most sensible option, run the fuck away and leave these two to choose life or death, most likely death or severe injury. Funny, given her own personal preference. Option two, stick to the edges of this and figure out what the hell she was dealing with and whether or not she could hurt it - revert to Option One if things went south, or kick its ass once she had some info to work with. Downside being the thing might not give her a choice concerning direct involvement, and that if it came down to that she wasn't entirely sure she could get away from something incorporeal if it indeed was. Option Three, take charge and throw everything she had at it since it was pretty obvious it was responsible for what had happened, and- FUCK.
Halted mid thought, Miyoko would springboard from the branch yet again as the fog began to slither up towards where she was, landing feet first to stick to the side of another tree a fair distance away and her heart pounding. Okay, Option One might not be so easy, thing knew where she was and that meant getting away or simply watching might not have been a viable set of choices. What the hell came next, then? And more than that, what did this thing mean by "compensation"? Rarely ever a good thing to hear terms of payment or appeasement in conjunction with spirits, and without any other real choices presenting themselves Miyoko would simply wait, stepping up her concentration in the very likely event that she ended up needing as much juice as she could get.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Sept 19, 2014 8:42:51 GMT -6
THIS EVIL HAS NO PLACE TO HIDE
FROM ONE SEEKING JUSTICE Aaron’s grip on his sword tightened as the fog lifted rather unnaturally. But the sight before him almost made him wish the fog had stayed. Bodies. Corpses were everywhere. He looked down to see the muck he thought he was standing in was really a deceased merchant, eyes still open and face frozen in a bored expression. Aaron jumped off the body into the mud. The bodies around him all seemed similar. No struggle. No signs they even saw their death coming. He drew his sword when he heard his name. “Sergeant Dixon. I-“
The words stopped him mid-sentence. Someone shouted from the trees above. He pointed his sword up to the source when another, ungodly voice sounded out. He lowered his sword slowly as it spoke of compensation. He looked around slowly holding his sword tighter. He let go of a breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding when the voice stopped. The fog moved around them again. He moved away from it back onto he rocks. This definitely wasn’t human, nor was it any of the creatures that inhabited the swamps. This was something else. Something much more evil. This thing was a creature born of Septim. Aaron looked at his weapon and checked to make sure it was loaded. He wasn’t sure if the bullets would do anything but he wasn’t about to give up and die without trying.
He looked back at Brenna. “Sergeant. I don’t think escape is an option anymore. This demon isn’t about to let us get away. I suggest we prepare to fight. Or we won’t get out of this alive.” He looked at the trees. “I don’t know who you are up there but I doubt you want to succumb to the same fate as those around us. Be you friend or foe, at this moment we are your allies.” His legs shifted a bit and he held his weapon in front of his body. “Sergeant, this may be your homeland but this is not your home. I suggest whatever it is you’re afraid of, cast it aside. We aren’t surviving this unless we are all at our strongest.”
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Post by NPC1 on Sept 27, 2014 1:00:40 GMT -6
- AVARICE - "I want to eat." It seemed everyone in this nation had only one thing in mind in reaction to Avarice's appearance.. hostility. "Pitty..." the desecrant frowned only in tone, the fog swirling slowly along the ground as if to compensate for his lack of physical form. Two of them had readied blades, as if to try and cut the smoke of his 'body', and the other kept hopping along the safety of the trees above. Saftey? Oh... no. There was no safety with direction or level of defense.
Something shifted now.. the fog densing and vibrating with small spikes of dark and spiritual energy like some sort of equalizing wave. It was only a small distraction.. well, moreso a necessary counter-action to what was happening behind the woman in the tree. Soon, silently and calmly, the smoke would thicken behind her as the rest rumbled around the ground. An oval form created.. then deepened and etched with vague depths and accents - three gapes appearing. Two for eyes... and one that stretched open with smoking, sticking lines as it moved its maw for the imagery of words. It spoke right behind her, over her shoulder. "Why stay up in the branches? Hmm? They hide you little.." it swivelled around her, craning a snaking neck around to put its face right in front of her own. It seemed... colder now. A lack of atmosphere, a lack of anything. Emptiness. A vaccuum of darkness.Empty, circular eyes stared blankly at her before it looked down to the other two and allowed the smokey head to sink and fall down to rejoin the fog below, formless once again once the man spoke of either fighting or dying. "Prepare to fight or die-eee?.." the creature drew out. It rumbled rather angrily, the fog lifting quickly and whipping around the entire area with a long-lasting gust of a storm's strongest straight-lined wind front.It had become offended. "This spirit was sleeping!..." the growling voice echoed loudly for a while before the huge burst of wind and fury calmed once more, fog settling above the ground. "..you woke it.." the face appeared once more, lifting through the smokey area much larger than it had before - far past the size of Hryst's largest Aman Arakh. "This spirit is Avarice," the eyes emptied into black holes, the mouth as well when the jaw began to open with words again, "and Avarice would like to sleep once more.. but now that you have woken it," it lifted higher, its 'neck' stretching the head off to either direction to shake off its restless state, "-it require compensation. What value have you..--? Ahhhh--" the head caught sight of something.. An old, old creature from worlds past, and leaned forward towards the woman on the ground. "...Avarice would like.. this," a fog finger lifted from the ground and wrapped around the head of the small dragon-like pet before falling back down.
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Oct 8, 2014 10:24:49 GMT -6
She heard the voice from the trees and looked up but before they could do anything, the fog started to speak. It snaked around them muttering words. There had to be something that they could do.
Brenna stood there listening to the voice. She felt the hairs stand on the back of her neck. She had come because she was ordered to find out what had happened. She cursed the fact that others had joined her. Bren watched the creature as it snaked around speaking to all of them. Her eyes watched it. She cursed that she hadn't kept her gloves on. She was worried that she might lose control. Could that happen? She hadn't had an accident since she burnt her captain. She didn't know if this creature would push her to that. Her fingers readjusted around her sword and her eyes flicked to the two that stood with her.
When the creature turned to Kindle, Brenna tensed more. He was more than her pet now. Kindle was growling in anger and, she was sure, fear. Kindle snapped at the finger that tried to go around his head. He didn't like being here and kept his body tense around Brenna. The two of them were there to help people and he would never leave her just like she would never give him up to a horrible creature like this. He was the one thing that had helped her through everything. He was the one that couldn't get hurt by her. She could feel her skin getting hotter with anger. "That's never going to happen." Her red eyes seemed to light up with anger. She needed to make sure that Aaron and the woman in the trees wouldn't get hurt by her. This creature was the only one that needed to get hurt right now.
Brenna's eyes flicked around the area looking at the creature. She made a silent pray to her god. There was doubt inside her. In the back of her mind, her father's voice decided to make a note of how useless she was. She couldn't listen to him. Why would this doubt show up now? Was it because she was looking death in the face? She shouldn't have come alone. She knew that now.
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