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“We are the head of warforces in the world, Dekanthros. We are in alliance with the timetravelling scientists’ clan. When it comes to war, we do what is needed. Do not forget that.”
The court bowed low again.
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Aeryl sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed, the strange book from her first day open in her lap. Its leather cover was worn, the pages torn by the eagle, yellowed and dusty.
Words she didn’t fully understand waited to be read.
After a long silence, she set the book aside and rang the small, silver bell by her bedside.
“Yes, my lady?” Nena’s voice came through the slightly ajar door.
“I want… I want to walk.” Aeryl said, rising to her feet. Her voice shook at first, but then
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