Crimson Outcast
“Thalia”
Amara’s POV
Morning comes and I make my way down from the tree. My body tight and aching from the way I slept. The night's cold air clings to my skin, a reminder of the discomfort I endured. Stretching my limbs, I feel each sore muscle protest, a testament to the restless night spent among the branches. The forest around me is awakening, bathed in the soft light of dawn. Birds begin their morning chorus, their melodies weaving through the whispering leaves. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp, fresh air.
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