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Chapter 38: A New Home
Elena woke in a stabbing pain on her right arm and she knew that she was hurt but she didn't know why.
She was in the infirmary of the Palace. By the smell of it, she knew it was alcohol and the white ceilings announced cleanliness. There were others there too. On the next beds, she didn't know why there were so many. There might be some war in the Palace of Los Barrios and she didn't know why.
When she left, what war had been Jason's preparing? She asked herself so many times, trying to figure out some spaces in her head.
But there were no answers coming in. Only pain on her arm. And, she hated when her own humanity slapped her in the face - she was limited and emotions were unexempt. She had to accept that reality for so long that she had lived. But, it was just hard to admit what was right in front of her. No one could have that satisfaction. No mortal had. Never.
But, she was not just a mortal. She was not ordinary neither extraordinary. She
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