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Die Geschichte, die ihr jetzt hören werdet, handelt von einem kleinen Mädchen. Ein Mädchen mit Augen, wie der Vollmond. Geheimnisvoll, leuchtend und groß. Mit Wimpern, die ihren Augäpfeln als Bildrahmen dienten. Mit Händen, wie es sich jeder Liebhaber wünscht. Ein Mädchen mit Haaren, wie das Meer. Lang, weit und frei. Ja, sie war der Inbegriff von Freiheit. Ein vollendetes Kunstwerk, das niemals existieren sollte. Niemand hat sie je ohne ein Lächeln gesehen, nie war auch der Hauch von Eifersucht, Wut oder Traurigkeit auf ihrem lilienförmigen Gesicht zu sehen. Ein Engel direkt aus der warmen Umarmung Mutters. Mit dem perfekten Vater, und Großeltern, wie es sich jeder wünscht.
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Cathellyn Anders is born in the Outlands during a night of winter- a birth that is rare in her land, doomed to be a peasant ever since she stepped into the world. Though the fate was inevitable, she fought and manage to gain knowledge of hunting from her father who she loves to death. At the age of twelve, she was a fierce hunter, providing food for her family and keeping them alive. Also, at that age, she was already fatherless. Great grief struck her as her father was taken and executed by the Valarians, the nobles that lay comfortably in their gold-riched land of Valaria. Three years later, Cathellyn grows cold and alone in the forest. Her days becomes still and unmoving, falling in a routine of; hunt, kill, provide. Hunt, kill, provide. Hunt, kill, provide.Until one day, she met someone that she thought she would never meet in the forest. Valarians were normally stoic, nose-high-in-the-air kind of people and uncaring of the people of the Outlands. But this one is... different. She decided she would take her chances with Ethan, the prince of Valaria. In the Outlands, the flame of hatred towards the nobles have been bigger than ever. Curses are being shout out and blood threatens to spill. It doesn't help that Cathellyn's twin sister has a strange habit that she doesn't knows about. In her life, friends are made and lost like the wind in the forest. But this 'friend', she wants to keep.
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