Zara's POV"No! Please, where are you taking him?!" I yelled and ran toward the two soldiers pulling my father away. Their hands squeezed tight on his arms. He tried to fall, but they yanked him up. My feet pounded the ground. My chest hurt."Stop! He didn't do anything wrong!" My voice cracked as I reached for him. One of the guards shoved me back hard. I stumbled, my shoulder hitting the wall. Pain shot through me, but I pushed myself forward again. "Please, just tell me what he did!"My father's face was pale, drained of color. Sweat covered his forehead. He'd been sick for weeks, barely able to leave his bed. Most days, he couldn't even sit up without help. How could they accuse him of anything?"Zara, stay back." His voice was weak, barely a whisper."No!" I lunged forward again, desperate to reach him. This time, two guards grabbed my arms before I got close. Their claws dug into my skin. I struggled against them, twisting and pulling with everything I had, but they held me in p
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