life 71

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I woke up shivering, the memory of Nila killing me fresh in my mind. Looking around I could tell that my death did not stop anything. In fact, it had reset our previous life. It was the same world, and if things went the same way, I'd be dead in days. My feet wobbled as I stood up and I was comforted by the familiar weight on my back. 

Nila and I both had the knowledge of this world and if I knew her -which I did- it would take much less time for us to cross paths. Heading towards the same mountainous plane I had died, I planned our fight beforehand in hopes I could prevent dying. Well, I always died anyway since mine and Nila's lives are tied together, but those times were peaceful and comforting. 

As I had estimated, it didn't take long before Nila and I ran into each other. She didn't have everything she did last time -the fire, elaborate traps, and bow she somehow acquired- so the fight leaned heavily in my favour. I had her on her knees in minutes. What surprised me was that she did not put much effort into fighting me, and for the first time she did not say a word as I killed her.

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