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Mira P.O.V

I was running. I don't know what I was running from, but it was evil. I ran and ran until I tripped. No one was going to save me now. Not my dad. Not my mom. No one.

Then I felt warm hands pick me up.

"It's going to be alright. I'm here."

Gwacha was here.

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