In the corner of the muddied rubble, she sat. This corner, which she knew as her home, overlooked the rest of The Pit and was now secluded from the rest of her world. A faint and soft glow touched bits of her body, and for a moment she pondered as to what it could be. Old stories passed down through generations resurfaced in her mind. It felt weightless on her skin and had no warmth or chill. Could this be what they call light? *** No beta we die like lowbornsAll Rights Reserved
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