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Chapter 1

The night was cold with the bitter air of the north, the wolves howled from the woods of the deep and my sister laid with burning fever on our dusty bed. The plague had come to our realm and had made many people its prey , and my sister was one of them. Her eyelids fluttered as her dark hair spread across the pillow , her once beautiful face now marred with the grey of the fever was sunken and colourless.The cure for this disease has not been discovered since it broke out so quickly and there is nothing left to do but for the victims to wait and long for the arms of death. I can't take this anymore, nobody can just walk in and take everything they want from our house like as if our house is some charity booth. I can't take this anymore more , first the king took my father and my brother to pledge their lives for this damned country and then the village took my mother just because they thought she was a witch just because they didn't knew that herbs are for healing and not for killing. And now the plague is taking my sister too and I am powerless to stop it. I must think fast the time is running out and if I don't I will lose everything.

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