~Prologue~

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Eyelids fluttering open, the boy rolled over in his tattered blanket. A small sliver of sunshine peeked through his ripped curtain and rested on his tanned and freckled face. Wincing, he shielded his face with his hand and slowly got out of bed. The boy limped to the small, partially broken window and threw back the old curtain. He was met with a brilliance that caused him to groan.

"It's dawn." He whispered. That only meant one thing.

His one, and only friend, was about to be brutally executed.


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