They walk into the woods. Green leaves are shining under scorching sunlight. Birds are chirping on several branches of trees. The aromas of flowers are blowing with hot air. Sun sparkles over their heads at its peak. James paces up. The scorching heat sends ripples of fainting in her. Leaning on a tree by her back, she gasps for air. "Are you okay?" James turns to her concerned. She puts a hand on her head and opens her mouth full wide to take in air. James comes closer to her and looks through her dark ash brown hair. In her crown area of the head, there's a swollen wound of pinky finger size. "They hit you?" he asks, blowing cool air on it. "Not in the dungeon, they hit me at home," she says in a meek tone. "There's a river near," says James, wrap
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