"Elarya!" She runs through the forest. Avoiding, escaping. Fate draws nearer as her sprints grow shorter. The prophecy yet again unravels through her mind. "A warrior of Jupiter's moon Known by many names. Only to her will Andraste listen And her head a crown glistens. To her will the power employ The one to heal or destroy." A voice told her, "Thou art the Chosen One. Save us." She refused to believe it. But a question formed in the back of her mind as she ran through trails unknown. Who was she?
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