Chapter 1

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𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤.


𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜, 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕚𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞. 𝕎𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖 - 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖. 𝔸𝕤 𝕁𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕙 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕤𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕠, 𝕀 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪. 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒... "𝔸 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥..." 𝕀 𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕... 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝. 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟, 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥, 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖-𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 (𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕). 𝕄𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕.


"𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖... 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘... 𝕖𝕤𝕥. 𝟙𝟡𝟠𝟚. 𝕀 𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕-𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕞 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘. "𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞?" 𝕁𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕, 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞. "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖! 𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤, 𝕨𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟." 𝕀 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕝. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕙 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖. "ℍ𝕖𝕪... 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕝𝕕. ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤..?" ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. "ℍ𝕞 '𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕. 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝... 𝟚𝟟 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕..?" 𝕀 𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, "𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟, 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝟚𝟘𝟘𝟘 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝟙𝟡𝟠𝟚, 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕁𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕙 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕. "𝕎𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜? 𝔸𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕦𝕙... 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗." ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕙. "𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕙, 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥." 𝕀 𝕤𝕒𝕪, 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕝.

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