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How could they?! How?! What have I done to deserve this? Have they so easily forgotten? So easily forgotten those peaceful nights under the open sky? Those comforting embraces after their horrendous nightmares? That gentle healing of their smallest wounds? Those affectionate reprimands at their grave mistakes? Have they so easily forgotten the love, the vows of unity? Have they so easily forgotten me, who they called their shelter and guide, their mother in the form of a sister? Have they so easily forgotten that they trusted him, that vile Ozul, over me, who loves them... loved them. These wounds they have given me are nothing compared to what they have done to my soul. No, I mustn't fall weak. Long gone are those beautiful days, those precious memories.I am nobody's friend, nobody's daughter and nobody's sister. I am nothing but a tool for the rebellion, a tool that must do its job. A story to wound and healing. A story of a hardened warrior. A story of trust and betrayal. A story of family and siblinghood The story of an elder sister.
Prologue
