you had just escaped from your grandmothers clutches and your wyvern flew across the forest as you were barely conscious your blue blood flowing down from your stomach where the matron had stabbed you, you were so exhausted but you refused to black out now holding onto Wind Cleaver as it was strapped to your belt your red cape flowing behind you that cape you had won after killing one of your own relatives a Crochan Queen without even knowing of it
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