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Flowers, Feathers and Bitter seeds

Flowers, Feathers and Bitter seeds

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Prolouge: The innocent screams of my little sister are all I hear in the crystal clear morning.. I run inside to find her holding her bleeding hand, she has cut her hand while chopping fresh vegatables from our garden for mother. "Are you alright?" I ask as I walk over and fetch a bandage from the cabnit, "yeah im fine, just spooked myself a little" , "ok, where's mum?" "Out in the flower garden". I leave my sister in the kitchen to finish cutting after reminding her to be careful, I walk out to find my mother picking flowers from her garden, whilst listening to the birds in the trees around her. "Mother, did you know (kayla) cut herself whilest making preparations for dinner?" "Yes I was dear, but your sister is strong, so she will be fine" "yes I understand. What are you doing?" I ask while picking at a sunflowers petals, "I was collecting flowers to lighten up the house" the doorbell rang calling the attention of my sister inside the house "i'll get it" she says as her voice echos
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"I'd kill him if it were the last thing I ever did. No matter who's in my way. The Hero or the Queen, I'd get rid of them, no matter how many times it takes." Up until now I had always thought I was normal, a little on the weirder side but at least normal enough. Then I died and well... I didn't. Dragged off by the Hero and her party to slay the Demon Lord I met my end to the Monster along the border forest only to wake up before it all began. I'm clearly not the Hero Lara with her dazzling smile. I'm not the captain of the Knights Ronalt. I'm not a Master Wizard or a Swordsman, that would be Ardent and Earnest. Nor am I the surprisingly violent priestess Marley. And though she was dragged along as well, I'm not the beautiful thief Taylor. No, my jobs outnumber theirs tenfold for I am... their cook, their driver, the baggage carrier, blacksmith, tailor, potions maker, bird tender and so on and so forth. In other words I was the extra taken from my small town home. No matter what though, no matter how many tries it takes, I will make it back home or die trying, literally.

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