PROLOGUE

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Her dark green hair was slick with sweat, even with an open stab wound she kept running in hopes of at least getting away.

Most were strictly against going into the Witch's Forest due to rumors but it was a last resort, she was sure that they would be hesitant to enter.

The only thought in her mind was getting back to her little brother, Oswyn who was awaiting her arrival.

What would he think if she never came back? She wouldn't allow it, absolutely not.

While running through the unfamiliar woods, passing branches scraped her making her wince but she made herself keep going.

As her body started to wind down, her vision became blurry. Soon after, the shouts of people began to quiet but she still persisted. Even going as far as to crawl against the ground while scrunching her nose in pain.

The girl couldn't get far before collapsing in front of a strange looking cottage.

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