The sun was about to set while I stroll through the forest not too far away from the rebellions hiding place. It wasn't just a peacefully work for fun but rather to get my head free and think about the plane we made. Everything was ready when the time was just right. But the time wasn't right just yet, at least according to the spies inside the castle. I stop when I hear a branch snap, my hand already on the hilt of my sword. Who is there?
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