"Ash. Ash. Wake up."
"What?"
"What's that noise?"
"Hmm?"
"Listen"
"Oh, that's the youngest."
"The original deceiver?"
"Well, not really."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she was tricked, and that is why she is like this."
"What is she doing?"
"Crying... or screaming."
"Why?"
"She is looking for her lost child."
"What happened?"
"He killed her baby, so now she kills for revenge."
"That is really sad."
"Yea, now go to bed."
"Oh, yea. Your little sister is in my bed."
"Just leave her be. Now, go to bed."
"Night... Ash."
"Night... Blondie."
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Maybe Next Time; Probably Not
General FictionSadairah Avery was just a normal girl; born as a Wisest. Ash was rare; she had survived the Deceivers since birth. On the day of Desire, both girls are sent to the square to be reassigned. After being assigned to the Deceivers, Sadairah must make...
