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8. Chains and Thorns
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Past. Freya breathed in sharply as she launched the dagger with accurate precision, causing it to cut through the air with the sound of a whoosh as it pierced into the tree right in the middle of the mark making a springy noise as its handle vibrated for a couple of seconds before stilling in place. The girl straightened as she glared at her aim. It was at least two to three centimeters to the left, which made her jaw tick. Freya was just 12 years old but she was angry at herself for not hitting the dagger right in the middle. She wanted perfection. Yanking out her beautifully carved silver dagger from the tree she walked back to her spot, this time she stepped a little further away from her usual spot and focused on the mark on the tree. Freya was all alone in the woods. This place was her hidden spot, which no one knew about. No one ever dared to wander this far in the woods so it was her safe place, or so she thought. Breathing in deeply, she raised her hand and was about to l
