Alora

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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." **