A man with fluffy brown hair paced in a dimly lit room. His eyes glued to the ground, lost in thought.
"Papa?" A little girl with similar brown hair peeked through the wooden door.
"Oh, duckling, what are you doing up so late?" The man knelt down the match his young daughter's height.
"Bad dream..."
"It's okay... even Papa gets bad dreams sometimes..."
"Like what?"
The man paused to think, readjusting his glasses.
"About something bad happening to you or Ma..."
"Where is Ma?" The little girl's eyes went sad.
"She left yesterday... Remember?"
The girl looked down.
"Yeah... When is she coming back?"
"When the world gets better, duckling..."
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Val's eyes fluttered open as the first glimpses of sunlight shone through her tent.
Her hands drifted up to her neck like they usually did in the morning, brushing across her bandages.
She silently thanked the gods that the others didn't see them under her shirt collar when they treated the burns on her arms.
Val couldn't remember why her father had always insited she wore them. However, now that her father wasn't there to insist he did them, she would have to do them herself like she had wanted to for so many years.
She carefully unwrapped the bandages only to find what she had been unknowingly hiding all her life.
She felt ashamed. Embarrassed.
The others couldn't know.
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The Legacy of the Alliance
FantasyAs six friends from wildly different upbringings come together to bring the six races together in peace, back-breaking challenges and even personal relations lead them astray.
