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Frostridge

Selene felt her heart drop.
It was a Farlander, holding a powerful and dangerous looking shotgun.
What was a Farlander doing here on the other side of the river? She thought to herself.
"Who goes there?!" The man called out as he raised his gun.
He hadn't spotted her yet, but as he now moved away from the spot he was standing she could see what he had been focussed on. There at his feet lay a womanly form wearing a familiar dress.
Selene's eyes widened.
Ella!
He had harmed her sister, gods, what if? No, she had no time to worry, she had to figure out a way to get this man away from her sister and get the hell back to safety even if that meant offering hospitality to an enemy.
Hoping her senses hadn't left her, she stepped out in the open.
She had to be brave, for her sister.
"Just me." She replied. "I come for my sister. It is almost night. You need to be inside." She started, before he cut her off.
"Well well, if it isn't another little morsel, it is my lucky day it seems. You two will catch a nice price in the City."
"We don't have time for that, the City's too far and daylight's almost gone. We're going to get eaten if we don't leave quickly!" She pointed out hoping the man would see reason.
"Our farm is closer than your City, we'll all die if we go your way! You will die. There will be no selling anyone into slavery then!" Selene spoke.
He seemed to think about her offer, slowly lowering the gun.
"Fine girl, we'll take your little option, a Farm you say... but there will be a price to pay after all your little freedom will be costly." He spoke having hunger and greed in his eyes.

Frostridge

When Selene finally walked up to the wooden fence of her home, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as she passed the wreaths of Snow's Mercy that they had woven around the posts.
Glancing back for a moment she noticed that the light was slowly fading, in an hour or so the dark would claim its domain and they all had to be inside if they didn't want to end up as food for the creatures.
Taking her new supplies up to the shed, she cast some feed down for her chickens and secured the barndoor with its usual protection.
Tired from her rather stressful day she moved inside finding Edric busy making soup for dinner and looking up relieved at his older sister's return. "So I take it all went well?" He still asked.
"Yes, though it was a sheer miracle we pulled it off this time around. What the hell was Ella thinking? What the hell was so important that she would risk our own future for this? Did she say anything to you?" Selene asked assuming Edric knew more, but the boy looked up confused.
"No, she didn't, it is just when I found her stuff unfinished I figured she was off practicing her dancing. You know how she has been looking forward to the dances, unlike you she longs to go."
Selene rolled her eyes at her foolish little sister.
"I blame those romance novels that Ella kept insisting on reading. Of handsome knight and honourable princes. Hogwash the lot of it!" Selen bristled going off in annoyance. "I mean we could be pulled apart at the first slip up but does she care? No, miss head in the clouds rather dreams of silly futures that will never come true. She'll be lucky if she marries one of the butcher's boys. Princes..bah!" She noticed her brother's eagerly trying to cut her off and say something.
"So when did she came back in?" Selene asked as she moved to the coatrack and was about to loosen her cloak.
Edric's chilling answer froze her entire being.
"That's just it. I haven't seen Ella all day. She wasn't in her room or in her usual spots closeby." he told her worriedly.
"Why didn't you say so!" Selene cried out in worry.
"I try to bring it up but..."
"We don't have time for this now!" Selene cut her brother off again. "I'm going out!" She told him. "Lock the door just in case you hear me!" She demanded before throwing the door open and running down the path again.
Ella! Of all the angry remarks she ever made to her sister, she never wanted any of it to come true.
Fear gripped Selene's heart as she tried to think where Ella would likely go, but as worry for Ella took more and more control of Selene she disregarded her own safety and started calling out her name.
"ELLA! Where are you! ELLA!" Sprinting her way through the woods, getting whacked in the face by bushes and almost stumbling a couple of times, she started looking at Ella's favourite spots, there was one place...near the river. Gods she hoped Ella hadn't gone there.
The risk of Farlanders should even keep someone as dim as her away, but as the usual spots were devoid of her sister, she made her way towards the river.
"Ella! ELLA!"
As the sun set more and more and the light slowly started to fade she reached the river.
"El..." She was about to shout when she spotted something ahead of her.

Jewel of the Skies

The man made his way down, last time he had faced Uilles they had been a good deal younger and the Venray hell spawn had come fresh from his initiation. At that point Ravros had been a promising young soldier of the Empire, his skills unmatched and never bested.
His hand moved up to the scar that remained as a permanent reminder of his own arrogance. He had underestimated the young knight then, barely 17…
He had countered every blow, but had no answer for his shortcomings in strength then. Ravros had swiped his feet from underneath him and worked him to the ground.
His sword had pointed victoriously at the boy’s throat forcing him to look up at him, the fearful eyes in disbelief and worry of the imminent death that was to follow.
“What made you think Belisio could withstand the might of our Empire? What made you think you even could fight us, fight me?” He had asked and he had seen the defiance in Venray’s eyes he should have taken more care then, but his own lack of humility and prideful self simply refused to see the danger.
“We will fight because we must, it is our sworn Duty to protect, to serve to…”
“Die?” He had finished for him. “It seems Belisio trains its dogs well, well little Knight, you’d best die with some honour and dignity, a gift most of those around us wouldn’t have given you or me. Now get up and prepare to die.”
He had assumed the boy had still been wet behind his ears, clinging to foolish illusions of honour and ideals of justice and duty.
It had appeared that way at least.
But clearly War was a rather cruel and twisted teacher.
And even though the boy had been without a sword to defend himself anymore, he hadn’t counted on the ki attack that the boy had struck at him at close range.
It had instantly knocked him backwards, with the boy following up with the slash of a dagger the boy had had strapped somewhere.
It had carved its path across one side of his face and the pain had been excruciating. Later it would be concluded his eye was lost, but for a split second Venray had painted the world in blood.
It had been his fortune that his own troops had come up towards them, making Venray opt for fighting another day by fleeing towards his own men, whilst he was dragged to the safety of the inner lines.
Belisio ended up being the victor that day and it had stung him ever since.
Ravros wondered if he had killed Venray then, would fate then have rewarded him instead? Would the Empire then finally keep the glorious promise it had always promised to be? A prosperous powerful force for good in this sullied world.

As he reached the lower level that would lead outside he checked the straps of his armour one final time.
“This time Venray, Death will come for its claim.” He spoke unsheathing his own heavy blade before he pulled the lever that triggered the door mechanism to open.
As the metal divider slowly raised the winds and light outside slowly tugged at him.
A lone figure stood there amidst the chaos, the bodies strewn about his feet, his form a dark shadow regarding Ravros with fury.
Ravros slowly but confidently stepped out closing the distance between himself and Venray, regarding the man with a look of smug displeasure and calculated satisfaction.
“You’re still as uncouth as ever.” Ravros spoke as he stopped a good few paces away from him.
“A simple throwing down of a gauntlet would have sufficed you know.”
Uilles kept regarding the man with a cold glare as he answered.
“When a usurper comes with the intent to subjugate and conquer, one has no choice but send a strong reply of disapproval. Especially when he forces farmers to pick up the axe instead of the plough and sends them to their deaths for sake of the glory of others. A true warrior does not…”
“Still spouting those radical ideals of noble Kings and Queens I see.” Ravros spoke cutting him off before continuing himself.
“But last time we met it was not the honourable knight that won. Your luck was tied to my own lapse of foolish concern for your honour. It is a lesson well learned, I assure you. This time there will be no quarter given. This time around I will not have a care for your pride and honour.” He held his tongue for a moment to make Venray listen.
“Nor that of my own.” He then pulled out a small vial from underneath his armour, holding it delicately in his gloved hand to show it to Uilles.
It was a small glass tube that had a dark substance within it, a sticky, dark red and thick liquid.
Venray’s eyes widened as he recognized it.
“You didn’t!”
A cruel light sparked up as it flickered in Ravros’s eyes.
“Belisio’s time is over, thanks to our Tahjai mages we will overthrow and conquer you. I shall take extreme pleasure in watching their experiments upon your people. How they will reap more power for the Empire by harvesting you and taking all that you once held dear.
“I will enjoy seeing them take the very honour and morals from your youths and feeding them to the endless machine of war. Belisio will merely be the start of a payback that was long since overdue. The world will tremble and shudder and the Empire will prevail!” He spoke with a crazy smirk.
“And it will begin here, starting with you…” Before Uilles could even respond he watched as Ravros pulled the cork off with his teeth and downed the contents of the vial.

Frostridge

Selene’s quick feet hurried her along the safe path through the woods. The path of the small winter hardened flowers called ‘Snow’s Mercy’. The light blue flowers with their white inner petals were the only thing that seemed to hold the creatures at bay. Her free hand shot up to her neck, making sure her wreath was still hanging around it as she made her way down the slope and towards the village. It was Tribute day and she was running late.
It had been difficult enough managing the flock after her father’s passing and gather enough for her toll every year. Her offering of wool and frost berries would have to do.
Every year the villagers had to pay the toll and receive their share of the tribute. It was a way for the village to keep tabs on everyone, who was managing and who needed help.
The Elders had decided it would be the fairest way to assure fair trades and avoid driving up prices.
Smith offered their craft, the Doctor his knowledge, the Hunter his game and a farmer like her the fleece from her flock.
She tried to avoid glancing backwards, she could just feel their eyes on her even here in the broad daylight. She tried desperately to not think about it and let fear ruin her mood even further.
Seeing the trees become sparser and the first thatched roofs coming into view she released a sigh of relief, hopefully she would still be on time. As the sack bounced against her back she hurried down and towards the village centre.
If her sister had only done the job she had asked her to do, she would have been on bloody time. But no, when she finished her own chores in time intending to head out to the village early she had found her brother working his way through the job Ella had been supposed to do. Oh, Selene would have a word or two with that stupid girl when she god back, did she want them to separate, because that was what the Elders had promised to do if she failed at providing for them. Not making the toll on time on Tribute day would arouse their suspicions and that was the last thing she wanted.

As soon as she stepped upon the first stones of the gravel path that marked the village’s boundary she heard a soft whistle that made her look to the left.
“Well, well if it isn’t Selene Ramsley, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it.” Sam teased her as he came out of his house with his ‘offerings’. As a skilled hunter his were ‘of the forest’; rabbits he managed to snare, squirrels he managed to lure and trap and fowl that he was able to shoot with his bow. He occasionally had helped her out by giving them some game if she fixed his shirts, for which Selene was grateful, it was just that she couldn’t really stay and be chatty and neither could he for that matter.
“Well I won’t be on time if you’ll be keeping me Samuel Hunt.” She said as she briskly moved on.
“Ho..Hold up Selene!” The young man said as he hurried after her.
“We’ll be late, more than likely we already are!” She threw back as she hurried herself to the Village centre where tables and wares were set up and one of the Elders performed his tasks as the Tollmaster.
Joining the circle Selene quickly noticed her best friend looking at her relieved.
Marina mouthed something along the lines of ‘where have you been?’ since they were too far apart to be heard and during the Calling one had to be silent.
Selene mouthed with an annoyed look ‘Ella’ and saw Marina look back with worry and compassion.
Listening on it seemed her name hadn’t been called out yet, thankfully.
When her turn came up Selene hurried forward with her goods placing them at the feet of the Tollmaster before handing in her Tribute paper. It was a way of keeping track who was asked to bring in what and the Toll tended to change depending on the year. This year it had been a rather hefty toll, no doubt to test her once more, but her tribute would also be more bountiful. She had asked for 3 new pairs of boots from the shoemaker. It was extravagant, but thanks to the higher toll she had gotten the okay from the Elders. After the Tollmaster inspected her wares and assured that all was in order she received her Tribute and a stamped Tribute paper, as proof.
Keeping an eye on the sun she would have a few moments to spare, maybe she could talk to Marina a little before she had to make the journey back.
Moving off to the side she noticed Marina hurried towards her, clearly she had been of the same mind.
As they hugged Marina expressed her concern.
“Oh I have been so worried, normally you are always on time, so I almost thinking something must have happened along the way. Thankfully though you made it in time, father wouldn’t have been pleased otherwise.” She said with a sigh before she listened to a frustrated Selene.
“It was all Ella’s fault, I asked her to do one thing, ONE thing! And does she do it? No, she is nowhere to be found! Instead I find Edric desperately trying to finish her task in time for me, only being halfway done.” She sighed in a defeated manner before she noticed something.
“You’re rather pretty, did your father ask you to get dressed up for the occasion?” Selene asked.
“Oh no, it’s just that I was told to show myself off, this is one of my new dresses for the Tribute dance for the festivities. Father said we would be receiving guests from one of the other free villages. Apparently they have too many boys and not enough girls, so they were invited here.”
Selene raised her eyebrows at that. That was unusual. Still nothing to concern her.
Marina looked at her inquisitively.
“So what about you? Will you come to the dances this year?” Marina asked receiving a dismissing laugh. “What for? To be matched up with someone I hardly know? Sorry I am not that desperate.”
“You can say no of course, it is not like the Elders would force you to marry.”
“I have no dress and even if I had I pale in comparison to you, you’re pretty and I’m not.”
Marina shook her head in protest.
“You’re selling yourself short…again! But I won’t push you I know how thickheaded you can be.” She said as she walked with Selene back to the edge of the village.
“Stay safe Selene, you’d best hurry back, the sun will set soon.” Marina told her hugging her friend again before she watched Selene walk up the path again.
Marina couldn’t help but worry for her friend, living out there in the woods, having this constant shadow of the monsters lurking about. She shivered shaking the nasty feeling off as she headed on home.
Selene kept her pace up, she knew that she would be able to make it in time, but with approaching winter these creatures always got a little more aggressive and it was better to not tempt fate.

Frostridge

Oh I am so going to abuse that, I'll post something for you tomorrow, unfortunately I have the 'early shift' so I need my beauty sleep.

Jewel of the Skies

There amongst the midst and chaos moved the former Knight Commander.
Though limping, his figure was still a daunting form of solid steel that moved bravely forward, almost uncaring at the gunfire and explosions.
His armour blinked in the sun, heavy light grey plate carrying the Venray’s family emblem, marking him as Lord Uilles. The bird set upon his chest almost seeming to brim with light as its eyes stared forward, making it seem as if it was looking straight at you, with a powerful scowl.
Upon his back rested the heavy greatsword as he moved through the troops towards the frontline, ignoring the whispers that rose up with each tred he made.
“It’s The Raptor!” “It’s Lord Venray!” “The General is here! The Old General!” The knights and men spoke to one another in disbelief, some having only heard of the man through hearsay.
There was a reason Uilles still commanded such respect and deference, it was almost akin to some strange kind of hero worship, with the man ignoring the whispers focused forward on the enemy in front of him.
Whilst Uilles had been a mere bodyguard to the Queen, a sort of honorary position ever since the incident had crippled him, this did not mean that he was completely useless. He was still a man that could kill. Wedded to his sword as it was part of his body and soul.
On the battlefield he once had been known as a fighter of unmatched class and skill, a true weapon of war, a death sentence to one’s enemy.
Well it was time to brush off the rust of his old bones and old blade.
Taking a glance at the Eastern sky he smiled, he hoped he would be able to see what would come of them…but if it was to end, then better it be with sword in hand and going down swinging.
He turned his face back to focus himself on the bulky metal ships in front of him. His eyes carefully watched as the gun turrets turned towards him.
Clearly the gauntlet was thrown down. The challenge made.
Though the retribution would undoubtedly would be lying in wait, Uilles intended to make them bleed and pay for it, he would not give them another yard, if they wished to advance, they would have to do so by killing him.
Picking up a tall dented tower shield from the ground he took a wide stance before placing it in front of him.
The image was almost laughable, a single man would stand alone against the might of the Empire?
Aboard the Indomitable the general scoffed.
“Still as arrogant as ever! Well you arrogant cretin let’s see you stop this! Fire at that smug sack of shit for being so stupid to believe his own hype!” The general ordered as he focused on the screen again.
Today would be the day that vengeance would be served. The Empire would topple Belisio and taking out Venray was a just the fucking cherry on top.
Uilles meanwhile quietened his soul and tensed his body, he would only be able to do this once, before they would realize their mistake and the surprise would be lost.
“FIRE!” the general roared slamming on his controls eager to see the man fall.
With a rumble and shudder the gun reeled from the firing as a deadly projectile was launched at Uilles.
Uilles however moved instantly, almost in a blur, using his ki and brute strength to jump, lifting up the shield and using it to smash the bullet into the ground beneath him, using its explosion to propel him into the air and towards the ship. The shockwave allowed him to clear the distance and land with ridiculous grace on the bow of the ship, resting on his bad knee.
Seeing the mad move of the man the soldiers of the Empire were in a slight shock, not believing their eyes as the man moved up from his kneeling position and moved a hand up to unsheathe his great sword.
From the shadow of bristled grey eyebrows two terrifying depths burned , picking his prey and pinning them down with the deadly stare of a predator.
As he banged his sword against his tower shield with force and strength, seeming to attempt to draw all their attention towards him he made a final promise.
“Prepare to meet the All Mother.” He said as he dashed forwards, lunging, cutting and carving his way through the lesser trained soldiers of the Empire. Who despite their initial shock and horror attempted to stop him.
One he cast off the ship with a simple bash of his shield, whilst it had only been to unbalance him the brute force had connected so hard the man simply stumbled and fell overboard.
Two others were unfortunate enough to be standing behind one another as the greatsword literally cleft them from the top of the neck down.
A third’s windpipe was crushed with a simple jab of the pommel.
The fourth was kicked down before being stepped on before dying with a simple stab through the heart. Number five charged bravely only to skewer himself before being kicked into his companions, with a speed one would not suspect from the cripple and a strength one would not ascribe to the old man anymore, he tore through the poor souls that stood in his way. His attacks precise and deadly, making his was through the fools that dared cross his path.
When he had cleared the deck of the first wave he pointed his sword at the bridge, knowing they could see him, planting it in of the dead soldiers to hold it for a moment. Taking the tower shield in both hands and balancing carefully, he took a small start before he flung it into the air, sending it flying upwards and crashing through the windows of the bridge.
The general had looked on in anger, screaming obscenities as he watched the old warrior approach, with a steady unrelenting pace.
“Hand me my sword, it seems if you want to kill a cockroach, you’ll have to crush it yourself.” He snarled before the tower shield came crashing through the window and landed with a couple of loud clanks at his feet.
Bristling with unrivalled fury the general told his lackeys to hold the bridge before pushing aside a well-meaning soldier, who tried to stop him from engaging Uilles and slamming the door behind him.

Jewel of the Skies

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Frostridge

Selene’s quick feet hurried her along the safe path through the woods. The path of the small winter hardened flowers called ‘Snow’s Mercy’. The light blue flowers with their white inner petals were the only thing that seemed to hold the creatures at bay. Her free hand shot up to her neck, making sure her wreath was still hanging around it as she made her way down the slope and towards the village. It was Tribute day and she was running late.
It had been difficult enough managing the flock after her father’s passing and gather enough for her toll every year. Her offering of wool and frost berries would have to do.
Every year the villagers had to pay the toll and receive their share of the tribute. It was a way for the village to keep tabs on everyone, who was managing and who needed help.
The Elders had decided it would be the fairest way to assure fair trades and avoid driving up prices.
Smith offered their craft, the Doctor his knowledge, the Hunter his game and a farmer like her the fleece from her flock.
She tried to avoid glancing backwards, she could just feel their eyes on her even here in the broad daylight. She tried desperately to not think about it and let fear ruin her mood even further.
Seeing the trees become sparser and the first thatched roofs coming into view she released a sigh of relief, hopefully she would still be on time. As the sack bounced against her back she hurried down and towards the village centre.
If her sister had only done the job she had asked her to do, she would have been on bloody time. But no, when she finished her own chores in time intending to head out to the village early she had found her brother working his way through the job Ella had been supposed to do. Oh, Selene would have a word or two with that stupid girl when she god back, did she want them to separate, because that was what the Elders had promised to do if she failed at providing for them. Not making the toll on time on Tribute day would arouse their suspicions and that was the last thing she wanted.

As soon as she stepped upon the first stones of the gravel path that marked the village’s boundary she heard a soft whistle that made her look to the left.
“Well, well if it isn’t Selene Ramsley, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it.” Sam teased her as he came out of his house with his ‘offerings’. As a skilled hunter his were ‘of the forest’; rabbits he managed to snare, squirrels he managed to lure and trap and fowl that he was able to shoot with his bow. He occasionally had helped her out by giving them some game if she fixed his shirts, for which Selene was grateful, it was just that she couldn’t really stay and be chatty and neither could he for that matter.
“Well I won’t be on time if you’ll be keeping me Samuel Hunt.” She said as she briskly moved on.
“Ho..Hold up Selene!” The young man said as he hurried after her.
“We’ll be late, more than likely we already are!” She threw back as she hurried herself to the Village centre where tables and wares were set up and one of the Elders performed his tasks as the Tollmaster.
Joining the circle Selene quickly noticed her best friend looking at her relieved.
Marina mouthed something along the lines of ‘where have you been?’ since they were too far apart to be heard and during the Calling one had to be silent.
Selene mouthed with an annoyed look ‘Ella’ and saw Marina look back with worry and compassion.
Listening on it seemed her name hadn’t been called out yet, thankfully.
When her turn came up Selene hurried forward with her goods placing them at the feet of the Tollmaster before handing in her Tribute paper. It was a way of keeping track who was asked to bring in what and the Toll tended to change depending on the year. This year it had been a rather hefty toll, no doubt to test her once more, but her tribute would also be more bountiful. She had asked for 3 new pairs of boots from the shoemaker. It was extravagant, but thanks to the higher toll she had gotten the okay from the Elders. After the Tollmaster inspected her wares and assured that all was in order she received her Tribute and a stamped Tribute paper, as proof.
Keeping an eye on the sun she would have a few moments to spare, maybe she could talk to Marina a little before she had to make the journey back.
Moving off to the side she noticed Marina hurried towards her, clearly she had been of the same mind.
As they hugged Marina expressed her concern.
“Oh I have been so worried, normally you are always on time, so I almost thinking something must have happened along the way. Thankfully though you made it in time, father wouldn’t have been pleased otherwise.” She said with a sigh before she listened to a frustrated Selene.
“It was all Ella’s fault, I asked her to do one thing, ONE thing! And does she do it? No, she is nowhere to be found! Instead I find Edric desperately trying to finish her task in time for me, only being halfway done.” She sighed in a defeated manner before she noticed something.
“You’re rather pretty, did your father ask you to get dressed up for the occasion?” Selene asked.
“Oh no, it’s just that I was told to show myself off, this is one of my new dresses for the Tribute dance for the festivities. Father said we would be receiving guests from one of the other free villages. Apparently they have too many boys and not enough girls, so they were invited here.”
Selene raised her eyebrows at that. That was unusual. Still nothing to concern her.
Marina looked at her inquisitively.
“So what about you? Will you come to the dances this year?” Marina asked receiving a dismissing laugh. “What for? To be matched up with someone I hardly know? Sorry I am not that desperate.”
“You can say no of course, it is not like the Elders would force you to marry.”
“I have no dress and even if I had I pale in comparison to you, you’re pretty and I’m not.”
Marina shook her head in protest.
“You’re selling yourself short…again! But I won’t push you I know how thickheaded you can be.” She said as she walked with Selene back to the edge of the village.
“Stay safe Selene, you’d best hurry back, the sun will set soon.” Marina told her hugging her friend again before she watched Selene walk up the path again.
Marina couldn’t help but worry for her friend, living out there in the woods, having this constant shadow of the monsters lurking about. She shivered shaking the nasty feeling off as she headed on home.
Selene kept her pace up, she knew that she would be able to make it in time, but with approaching winter these creatures always got a little more aggressive and it was better to not tempt fate.

Frostridge

Name: Selene Ramsley
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Personality: A worrywart because of what happened to her parents and afterwards because of the ever present shadow of the Elders.
She loves her family and feels very deeply, but knows that sometimes it is better to swallow one’s pride and tongue for the sake of her loved ones. She is very afraid that her sister Ella’s wandering nature is going to get them split up or worse...
She’s protective and brave despite her rather nervous nature and works hard to keep the farm running.
Family: Two siblings; A mischievous little sister called Ella and a sweet and sickly younger brother called Edric.
Settlement: They live on a small farm a bit further in the woods away from Frostridge. There used to be more farms around them, but most of those got abandoned as time went on when the creatures grew more aggressive.
She has to travel back and forth from the village to the farm and vice versa if she needs anything she doesn’t have herself.
Their tribute consist of mostly wool and cheese provided by the sheep of their farm. Occasionally she sold off lambs and older sheep to lessen the toll of the tribute or to acquire medicine that the few traveling merchants that do come up to their village bring along.
With her being of age (18) she also knows that the Elders will start to push for her to find herself a match with one of the boys of the village since outsiders rarely stick around and she hasn't done so yet.
Selene knows it isn’t a bad idea, but she hardly has any connection with any of the villagers of her age safe for Marina her best friend and truthfully it would feel as if she was ripped away from her siblings, the very thing she didn’t want to happen.
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