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Alora
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Ongoing, First published Jul 04, 2022
Mature
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**A girl, Alora, kidnapped from her family by her own mother, when she was only one years old. Her family was distraught and heartbroken, wondering if they would ever see their missing princess**

**"Alora, stop! We won't hurt you, I promise!" Someone called. 

I stopped running, and whipped around. 

It was my brothers. 

They looked perfectly calm, while I was wheezing and puffing my lungs out. 

Stupid Asthma!

"Y-y-y-yes you w-w-will." I stuttered, some from nerves and some from being out of breath. 

"No we won't." A different brother said, stepping forward. 

I turned to look at him. 

My lungs felt like they were about to Burst, I needed my inhaler! 

I ignored my brothers, as I quickly started to rummage through my bag. Where was it?!?!

"It's right here Alora." One of my brothers said. 

I looked up confused. 

He had my inhaler in his hand. 

How the fu*k did he get it?!

"P-p-p-please." I stuttered. 

I needed my inhaler, now. 

"Come and get it." He said, smirking. 

My brows furrowed. 

"Y-y-your g-gonna o-over power m-me." I wheezed. 

He nodded. 

"It's us and the inhaler, or no inhaler and more running just for us to catch you in the end." **
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