TOVATwo weeks later the tide of the war had changed. Instead of the wagons bringing in our wounded, they were bringing the wounded and captured of the enemy. It started out with just a few, but by the end of the month, a prison building and camp was needing to be erected. I was often sent to tend to the wounded, leaving the more experienced healers to our men.I was an oddity in the prison camp. I have never looked like the typical resident of the castle or the surrounding areas. Those were tall, blonde and lean men and women with the occasional red head sprinkled in to break up the genes a bit. I was smaller, dark and curvy. When I first moved into the castle, there was a lot of talk about my appearance. They got used to it, and so did I.The residents of Nedavelle were like me. They were shorter, stocky and muscular. They were all dark, wearing their hair long, even the men. When I walked into their camp for the first time, there was a lot of whispering. When they found
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