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2024-10-29 19:42:56ELISON POV
Mistress of the whip, Gwenn is called, I am called something more practical, something which might not be related to torture techniques or brilliant fighting skills just like Gwenn and Orel dubbed titles but it was still important, it was still enough to be seen as special. The master huntsman is my title. Nothing can out run me, nothing can escape my clutches once I start my hunt.
And now, this hunt has started, to save my sister life, a race against time… I pray to the gods, please don’t let anything happen to her, I am on my way…I am coming to take the death that is rightfully mine.
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DYANE POV
He left, even with knowledge that he would die, all to save those he considered as family, all to save his honorary sister. I might have just seen Elison alive for the last time. I quickly send a prayer to the gods, please prote
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GWENN POV“Why are you all doing this to me?” I scream as soon as I entered the camp where my so called warriors erected for themselves. Bodyguards, that’s what they are, they protect me among my friends but the moment when I step into the battle field they withdraw from me.“My Queen.” Sorens appears next to me. I would have been shocked about this before I left to help my husband but not anymore, not when I am just as fast as him and just as inhuman too, the speed which leave me the moment I also enter the battle field.“If I was your Queen you will obey my orders to help in the war.” I yelled at them not willing to let the tears pour from my eyes although it was getting hard.“You know that we cannot.” Sorens replies nervously… he was the most humane among them all, the rest were slowly appearing and looking on with me discussing with their commander with no expressio
Legacy: One made out of blood. Fifty seven
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OREL POVThemis never left my side, all through my healing process she has been always near me, and whenever I was awake she always sang to me. I never had any doubt that she loves but if I did, they have been put to rest. I have been hearing tidbits about what went on during my captivity but nobody will tell me anything even when I threatened to have them whipped, Dyane’s answer to that particular threat of mine was to laugh and say that Themis will do something worse if she did tell me, according to what has been going on, Themis refused to tell me the state of the camp or things that happened in my absence because she wanted me to be well rested before I learnt of anything that happened. She told me this five days after I have arrived at the camp and for the next two weeks after, it was what was repeated to me by the maids who helped Dyane with healing, those that brought food even my commanders repeated the same thing to me when I asked them, it feels
