Preface

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The only thing that could be heard over the sound of raring flames and howling wind was loud and constant screams. Keefe forgot where he was. The only thing he was aware of was the stinging smells of smoke and the itchy feeling on his dry cracked skin. The task of opening his eyes was almost impossible as if his eyelids had stitch shut by themselves.

"Stay with me Sencen. I don't know what would happen if you died on me." A familiar voice rang, smooth and melodic. "Open those stupid cold eyes you insolent mutt." The voice was sweet but harsh. It reminded Keefe and a certain brown-eyed wonder of his. 

The insult made his eyes crack open. A pale soot-covered face of a female stood over him. Instead of seeing golden brown doe eyes, he saw icy blue ones, much like his own.

"Marella?" he croaked.

The girl smiled sadly. "Get up Keefe. They're coming. We need to leave now." 

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