Chapter 3: Old friends, New debts

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OwO UwU's POV

He short flamed hair women rushed forward lifting my malnourished body from the ground. Tears pricked her eyes and fell turning the black hood even wetter. Her silky white gloves let go from our tight embrace and placed a mirror into my muddy gloved hands.

"Take a look!" Isabel cried joyful tears fell from her bright emerald green eyes. I looked into it not seeing a rotting gnawed at corpse but a young man with Snow White hair. My eyes no longer sunken in and blinded but bright brown eyes unfortunately still filled with trauma. I looked a bit downward to see an old unfriendly scar plastered against my lightly colored neck. I lightly touched the long thick scar half expecting pain but came nothing. I sighed a sigh of relief as stared up at the short girl nervously twiddled her thumbs. We showed the kind older women our thanks and climbed back onto Snow Fire, Isabels horse. 

"You know Isabel, I never did hear about your life before the gang... You came there pretty young you know?" I inquired.

Isabel laughed sadly "Well its a long tale. I was maybe 12 when I fell in love with a boy and abandoned all that I had so I could run away with him. I was a princess named Nora in a family of loving parents and more money than I could ever need. He cheated on me and so I shot him," Isabel sighed "a year later I joined the gang. Few years later it turns out He wasn't dead and I had a child. We agreed we didn't work well and I sent her to live with my best friend and his wife until  I could raise her. I visited her everyday till I ran away when she was 8. We lived together but a year later my besfriends wife died. We got married the same year and we had two kiddos. My husband disappeared when  Alice and John were 3... I'm pretty sure that covers everything." Isabel explained sighing. "You know you owe me one." She giggled

"Old friend I'm always in your debt."

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