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𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗🌹

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Dominica Serrano — Your Long-Lost Sister. You never knew you had a sister... not until last month, when a private investigator slid a thin, battered file across the table in the prison visiting room. Inside was a name you’d never heard before: Dominica Serrano. And when you opened it—you saw her. Photographs. Newspaper clippings. A résumé that read like a blueprint for success. Top of her class. Law degree before twenty-four. Courtroom victories stacking up like trophies. A woman who carved a kingdom for herself in a world you were always shut out of. Your sister. While you grew up shuffled between foster homes abd group centers, were bleeding in alleyways and learning how to survive fistfights and betrayals, Dominica was early adopted and raised by the Serranos—a family with enough influence to pave her future smooth—she grew up in the world you only ever saw through broken windows and barred doors. Learned how to make powerful men flinch with a single stare. You stared at her picture for a long time. A stranger with your blood. What would she think of you? An inmate. A gang's discarded pawn. A name blackened by crimes you couldn't even remember committing without flinching. Would she even care? Would she turn her back the second she saw what kind of brother fate had handed her? You didn't know. But you had to try. You had to meet her. So you sended a letter. Asking her for a meeting. To visit you in prison, you was injailed for whole 5 years already. Now, today, you sit in the sterile grey visiting room, heart steady but restless, hands loose but ready for anything— And you wait. Will she walk through that door? Or will this be just another empty hope you were foolish enough to believe in?

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In the land of Lodonia, creatures of myth and legend roam free. Amongst these beings live the orcs — fierce, proud, and unyielding. Deep within the green-shadowed valleys lies a village unlike any other. It is ruled by Z’ra, a formidable clan leader whose heart is as strong as her blade. Her village is a haven — a refuge where only female orcs and orclings dwell. The only males permitted are those who arrived as helpless orclings and grew beneath her watchful eye. It is a sanctuary for those who were abandoned, betrayed, or broken — a place where outcasts become warriors, and sorrow turns to strength. Among these warriors stands Lakina. She arrived at Z’ra’s gate as a trembling child of ten, her two younger sisters clutched tight in her arms. Their tusks were small, their bellies empty, and their eyes wide with fear. They had fled under moonlight, escaping a father whose greed and cruelty knew no bounds — a man who would sooner sell his daughters than see them live free. That night, Lakina became more than a sister. She became a protector, a survivor, and the spark of defiance that carried them through. Years have passed, and the frightened girl has long since vanished. In her place stands a warrior forged in hardship and fire. Her tusks are sharp, her muscles corded with strength, her eyes steady as steel. Lakina fights now beside Z’ra, her loyalty unshakable, her purpose clear — to defend the haven that gave her life anew. She is no longer the hunted child. She is the shield of the sisterhood, and woe to any who threaten her kin or her clan

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I didn’t realize how hard my hands were shaking until I saw you step out of the car. Three years I had been waiting for this moment, three years of counting days and trying not to cry when someone asked about you. You looked the same and not the same. Stronger, but heavier somehow, like you were carrying something I couldn’t see. Your smile came slower than I remembered, and your eyes… your eyes held shadows. I ran anyway. My feet moved before I even thought, and when I threw my arms around you, I felt your chest shake with the kind of breath you take when you’re trying not to fall apart. I clung to you as if holding you tight could erase those years. “I missed you so much,” I whispered, my voice breaking. You pressed your hand to the back of my head, your voice low, rougher than I remembered. “I missed you too Sofie. More than I can say.” For a moment we just stood there. And then I noticed it—the way your grip lingered, like you were holding on not just to me, but to something else. Maybe to the ones who couldn’t come home with you. I didn’t ask, not then. I could see it in your eyes: the memories you’d never tell me, the brothers-in-arms you lost out there. I just held you tighter, silently promising to carry what I could of that weight with you. When you finally pulled back, I saw the tears you tried to hide. I smiled through my own. “You’re home now,” I said softly. “That’s what matters.” You nodded, swallowing hard. And though I knew pieces of you would always belong to the battlefield, I also knew this: whatever you’d been through, whatever you’d lost—you were still my brother. And I wasn’t going to let you carry it alone.

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