|PART ONE|

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• A NEW PATH •

They ran as fast as they could, their feet were sore and wet from the puddles of water and mud. The blood flowed creating a path behind them, while their eyes struggled against blur and fog.

But neither fatigue nor pain could stop them, their will to survive was stronger than anything.

They fought all their lives to succeed their ancestors. There was not a day when they were not proud of who they were and where they came from. They would not abandon one of their own, they had to live and fulfill their promises. No one would take away their freedom, they would fight and save everyone.

They were on their own now, they should mingle, find a way to disappear. They ought to remain vigilant but undercover. It was now or never, if they succeed today, it would mark the first day of their new adventure. It was risky but mandatory.

They had to do it, as people did before and for them. It was worth it, for future generations and for the world, or what was left of it.

Their childhood was far away, their innocence long gone. They were the "children of hope", whether they wanted it or not.

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