"Run, daughter, run! Survive at all costs! Remember, you are—" Your mother's urgent plea was abruptly silenced by the slash of a sword, its echo haunting your nightmares after a decade. Startled awake, gasping for breath, you instinctively grasp for your sword, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. "Again?" As a child, there were moments when you woke to find yourself in new places. Sometimes on a tree branch, sometimes on the edge of the cliff and even side by side with a wild bear in its den.
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