p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Many things in this world were surprising, waking up in a village burning to the ground and screams echoing around her waking body was disturbing. She turned at the sound of someone sobbing, to find a boy with strange ears holding a young child's body. Stumbling to her feet, she stared at her hands in shock, to see she seemed to be the same age as the redheaded toddler in the boy's arms. She gasped in pain as she saw the boys face, memories flooding into her mind, falling onto her knees, she clutched her head until the ache finally lessened. Blinking blearily, she gasped the boys name in pain. She clutched her side, which seemed to suddenly burn, looking down, she saw an arrow sticking out of her side, somehow missing anything that could cause any real damage, but a whole lot of pain./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"She held eye contact with the Ajin kneeling in front of her as she practically crawled over to him. He stared at her dumbly before a shout nearby, followed by a shriek of pain, snapped him out of his daze and he grabbed her, careful to not touch her side, and took off with the two children in his arms. They passed many soldiers, who were either fighting red haired men and women, or taking advantage of the ones they had already defeated. /spanAs they passed all the bodies, and fighting people, all she could think was, "Why are they fighting"?/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Many things in this world were surprising, waking up in a village burning to the ground and screams echoing around her waking body was disturbing. She turned at the sound of someone sobbing, to find a boy with strange ears holding a young child's body. Stumbling to her feet, she stared at her hands in shock, to see she seemed to be the same age as the redheaded toddler in the boy's arms. She gasped in pain as she saw the boys face, memories flooding into her mind, falling onto her knees, she clutched her head until the ache finally lessened. Blinking blearily, she gasped the boys name in pain. She clutched her side, which seemed to suddenly burn, looking down, she saw an arrow sticking out of her side, somehow missing anything that could cause any real damage, but a whole lot of pain./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"She held eye contact with the Ajin kneeling in front of her as she practically crawled over to him. He stared at her dumbly before a shout nearby, followed by a shriek of pain, snapped him out of his daze and he grabbed her, careful to not touch her side, and took off with the two children in his arms. They passed many soldiers, who were either fighting red haired men and women, or taking advantage of the ones they had already defeated. /spanAs they passed all the bodies, and fighting people, all she could think was, "Why are they fighting"?/p