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ETHORA

Ethora stood atop the hill overlooking the surrounding area, although her eyes fixated on one place. The prison. She longed to save her baby brother, who'd been stolen from her at a young age, but she couldn't right  now. Not with this equipment, no. She'd be taken down easily.  Ethora attempted to move her rosewood coloured bangs from her face, only to have them fall back into place as she adjusted her face-mask. She stood still, lost in deep thought when the voice of one of her rebel friends called out to her. She shook her head, breaking free of thoughts and headed back to her campsite, not far from the hill. 'I'm coming baby brother. Don't worry.'