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This is an original story (mine!). Please do not copy.

This story is also being posted on the Portuguese channel; If you wish to translate to some other language, check with me first. :)

Thank you and good reading.

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CHAPTER 1

Sitting at a corner table and drinking a hot beer, Miaynore watched the movement of the people in the inn. Wearing lighter, more comfortable clothing than her usual battle suit, she enjoyed a quiet afternoon after a day without work.

She watched as Stubby Pinkins inhaled smoke from his pipe and exhaled with a smile in his face and completely relaxed, while the waitress served him another mug of dark and strong-smelling liquid. She moved her eyes around the room and saw Lucian Alaric, a little further, offering chocolates to Elektra. She happily accepted, of course, and turned her attention back to what she was doing, while Lucian kept talking about his adventures. She seemed busy bending over various papers with complex notes about diseases and blood samples...

Blood.

"They are just humans, my baby. You should not suffer for ending their miserable lives. They are, in fact, grateful to you for this. You are so merciful, my baby. I am so proud of you."

Miaynore turned her eyes to her own mug. Remembering your early years was something that hadn't happened in a long time. Remembering her mother was even more rare. The sweet, low, hypnotic voice, the neutral face almost deprived from expressions, eyes that revealed nothing about her thoughts, the light and cold smile she used either to praise the deeds of her beloved children, either to devour slaves. Pophedeir gave her many memories during the twenty years they lived together... Not always good. Almost never good.

"They are here for this, little sister. Our entertainment."

Aru. Her half-brother. The cruelest being she had the unpleasantness of knowing. Just remembering the cold sound of his voice, the clear malice in his eyes and the constant mischievous smile... She felt shivers down her spine. Leaving the fortress of Pophedeir, at south of Solace, to live with her father, Rowraek, in the dense forests of the east was the best decision. She was so afraid to end up like him.

Miaynore stood up, left a few coins on the table and discreetly headed to her room.

"I need to buy a house." Sighed low. She missed the forest. The smell of wood after the rain, to lie down on the grass and look at the bundles of sunlight through the trees, to close her eyes and listen to the birds. "Yes. It has to be in the forest."

Looking out the window, Miaynore began to think about her family. The family she loved. Her father, her stepmother, her half-sister, Zinynore... Aelamin... She missed him. Was he all right? Did he miss her too? She sighed again. For some reason, she began to think about the villagers who lived around her mother's fortress. Those people were helpless. They needed hel... No! She didn't want to go back. She would not go back. It was no longer her problem.

"I need a new mission." She mumbled rolling her eyes.