Prologue

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The sun was high in the sky that morning, and all seemed perfectly ordinary. In fact, if it weren't for the small fair haired boy lying on the grass, you'd think that everything was okay, maybe even fabulously awesome. A clearly younger girl crouched beside him, shaking his shoulders gently. "Fory, wake up! Forest..." The words died in her throat. Forest had opened his eyes, leapt up and bundled his younger sister in his arms, wiping away her tears. "Hush now little one, everything's alright!" But you would've known from the fearful look in his bottle green eyes, that Forest was sure that everything was most certainly not okay.

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