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CHAPTER 2: VERSE 1-    THE CONCEPTION OF TWO BROTHERS

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Laguna swiftly and anxiously ran deeper and deeper into the dark dreary forest as the sounds of war and its explosions gradually became more silent than a whisper. In that moment in time, his only goal was to get as far away from death's playground as possible. Even though he was well away from any serious danger, he still sustained his expeditious speed. He wanted to insure his own safety. He was tired of war. He didn't want to participate in it anymore. That's probably the reason why he ran so hard and fast. He wanted to keep it as far behind him as possible so that it would only exist in his past.

Usually, no man in his right mind would enter Timber's somber forest alone, but Laguna would have to make an exception just this once. Besides, this kind of thing wasn't new for him. After all, he did enter the tomb of the unknown kings alone; and it was willingly.

Despite the fact that no one has ever really had a substantial reason for fearing Timber's grim forest, everyone stayed well away from it. I guess in its case, looks could kill, and Timber's forest looked like a murderer. It was a dark ember that resembled a place where demons would roam.

After an hour of running non-stop, Laguna's stubborn body finally gave up and collapsed unto a damp pile of leaves.

He lay there breathing heavily with his mouth wide open and his eyes staring up at the tall trees that solemnly looked down below him. It finally hit him. He made it. He couldn't believe it but by some sort of miraculous twist of fate, he was still alive; unfortunately, no one was around to witness it.

Laguna struggled with his tired body to sit himself up, but his uncontrollable breathing caused his body to become temporarily paralyzed; his breath wanted to catch up with his raging heart rate before any other movements could be made.

As Laguna laid in the soft pile of the wet leaves, for the first time since he started his retreat, he realized that the storm was over. It was because of his intense perseverance why he didn't notice. He was running like water. Come to think of it, he didn't remember noticing anyone else being the forest.

Little tiny droplets of water that initially fell from the sky and unto the trees, lost its grip on the leaves and branches, and fell down on Laguna's face. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the ice-like liquids dissolving onto his warm face. It felt good to feel something other than pain.

Laguna lay there exhausted. He patiently waited for his heavy breathing to come to a steady pace. His chest was burning as the cool breeze quickly entered his flaring nostrils and the muscles in his cramped leg ached for relief.

After a few minutes and a few attempts, Laguna was finally able to sit-up in an upright position. His breathing was now serenading simultaneously with his heartbeat which ultimately, enabled his body to relax.

Disregarding the wet leaves that he sat in, he slowly looked around the forest for any movements. "I wonder where every body is ??? I could've sworn that we all retreated in this forest???"  Suddenly, his thoughts reminded him of his friends. "UUHH…Kiros!!! Ward!!!" Laguna quickly leaped up from the scattered blanket of leaves and quickly turned his head in every direction. "KIROS!!! WARD!!!" he yelled. His relaxed body now grew tensed and nervous in efforts to match his thoughts.

            "KIROS…???…WARD…???…" He shouted again as he waited for an answer. Unfortunately, all was silent except for the rustling of the fallen leaves that innocently played around in the cool autumn breeze. Laguna tried once more, this time he cuffed both his hands around his mouth and used all the muscles in his stomach to give his howlings more range. "WARD…KIROS…ARE YOU GUYS HERE???"

            Once again the colorful swaying leaves taunted him with sounds other than voices. "That's weird…" He thought to himself. "I could've sworn I seen over 200 of us retreat in the forest…So Where in hyne's name did they all go…???…hmm…I must've made a wrong turn…"

Laguna brushed his armor free of all the dirt and leaves and then used his eyes to absorb his surroundings. All he saw were thousands and thousands of tall thick trees that looked to be around 500 years old. The forest floor was filled with layers and layers of dirt, leaves and twigs that cryptically hid tiny insects and small creatures. Luckily however, there were no monsters or creatures in sight that craved human flesh.

"I wonder what time it is???" Laguna looked up and tried to pierce his eyes through the canopy of thick leaves, which were dangling off the tall trees that offensively, blocked the sky's existence. Because of this, Laguna had a difficult time trying to figure out the precise time.

However, due to all the wilderness survival training that Aquilis taught him, Laguna was able to tell the time despite the forest's thick rooftop.

"Well lets see…the sun is setting and since it is autumn, the sun usually sets at around 6:00...So that must be the time…" Laguna took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Well that doesn't leave me with much time…I better start searching for Kiros and Ward now before it gets too dark…but first I gotta get something to drink…my throat feels like a T-Rexar's skin."

Laguna walked down a small hill toward a large plant that was drenched with water from the earlier rainfall. When he reached, he crouched down directly in front of the plant and used his hands to sweep all the twigs and leaves away from under it.

"AHH!!! AGGHHHHHHHHH !!! A WORM!!!" Laguna Screamed as he immediately took two long strides away from the plant and shook his hands into the air hysterically. Thirty seconds later, realizing that he was looking like an idiot; he stopped and stood dead still as his paranoid eyes roamed around each corner of the lonely forest to see if anyone witnessed his moronical outbreak. For a split second, he was glad that he was alone.

"Ha…good thing Kiros and Ward wasn't here to see me do that, They'd probably

kill me with jokes…and then bring me back to life with more jokes..."

After confirming that no one was around and that he was all alone, He continued to scream and shake his hands into the air like a little schoolgirl.

            After realizing that his fingers weren't the worm, he calmed himself down and slowly made his way back toward the plant with a feeling of stupidity haunting him.

He crouched back down and picked up one of the twigs that he brushed away earlier. Feeling a sudden burst of courage, he valiantly scooped it under the fat pudgy worm and picked it up.

            "Jeez what's wrong with me…I've been through the most bloodiest of battles and I'm going nuts over a worm…its just a worm for hyne's sake…A…A…A very big worm…AHHH IT MOVED!!!" Laguna quickly threw the twig away and started his school girl tantrums again. " Hyne I hate worms."

            Laguna was finally able to calm himself down once again and again, he went back to the plant and crouched down in front of it. He unzipped his bag and withdrew an empty water bottle from it. He placed the water bottle down on the floor where earlier, he brushed away the leaves and twigs and where he almost had a brush with "death."

            He then rose up leaving the bottle on the ground and  placed both hands on the tip top of the plant and fixed the leafs so that the raindrops, which fell on them earlier, would drain down on the leaf below it. And the leaf below that would drain more water on the leaf below that until finally, it got to the bottom leafs of the plant and ultimately into the water bottle.

Five minutes went by until finally, Laguna had a good amount of water that would satisfy his aching thirst. Laguna picked the water bottle up anxiously and swallowed every last drop of the cool fresh water. He wanted more for later, However, it was already getting dark and he wanted to use the little golden light which was left of the sun's set, to get some grounds covered before night.

Laguna started walking through the cold atmosphere deep into the forest's belly. He walked with his head down hoping to locate any footprints. Sadly, none could be detected.

"WARD……KIROS…..ANYONE…..I'M NOT THE ENEMY…I'M APART OF THE PROJECTILE UNIT LED BY AQUILIS TREPE!!!"

"Aquilis Trepe…"sigh Just saying his name made Laguna's throat become choked up. Laguna downheartedly reached into his pocket and pulled out the locket that Aquilis gave him to give to his unborn daughter. Laguna studied the golden covering carefully. He wanted to open it just to be reminded of how Aquilis looked, but he knew he had a promise to keep. He would have to use his own imagination to remember Aquilis's long silky blonde hair and his contradictory fierce yet gentle blue eyes. Laguna laughed to himself as he remembered how Aquilis refused to wear his glasses even though he knew that it was like the blind spell being casted upon him when he wasn't wearing them. But now, his beloved lieutenant was dead, and for what…Because two leaders were at each other's throats about sorceresses. "Ahh man…" Laguna sadly wondered. "Now how am I going to tell Pecilis that her husband died…especially with her being pregnant."

Sorrowfully, Laguna put the locket back into his pocket and tried to seclude his distracting thoughts. He kept his eyes peeled as he continued his search for his friends; or for anyone else for that matter.

Two hours later (7:00pm)

Laguna was still at it. He had been searching now for the past 2 hours and it was night time. Still, despite the night's black light, he persistently continued with his search. He was worried and frustrated. He just wanted all of this to be over. All he wanted to do was find his friends, go back to Deiling City, and go to the Hotel-bar to hear his Julia sing with her fingers. He was fed up with war. After all, it wasn't a personal vendetta for him. The only reason why he joined was to experience all aspects of life so he could have more to write. Of all the things he thought he would experience, deep down inside, he never thought that he would experience death's cold embrace; He didn't mean to go that far. He never thought he would see human beings killing other human beings in such a violent manner. He remembered how his father use to tell him that ever since the Lunar cry about 80 years ago, war between humans never took place. It was always humans uniting together and fighting off all the hideous monsters that roamed the earth.

"KIROS…WARD…" Laguna shouted for the millionth time. And for the millionth time, he received no answers. Laguna's body was tired and weary. His body wanted to give up but his distressed heart was aching for his two friends. He couldn't give up, he wasn't about to. Especially not after all they had been through…vibrant memories danced in Laguna's mind as he recalled the day they all first met.

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"Would anyone else like to say any last words?" The minister solemnly asked.

In that same instance, Laguna could feel the rays of every single eye staring directly at him. He knew that everyone expected him to say something, but how could he; he was only 13 years old.

Sadly, Laguna sighed as he looked upon his father lying peacefully in his coffin.

The cool evening snow lightly sprinkled its peace upon Deiling City's Cemetery as Laguna's blurry eyes immensely showered warm tears down his cold cheeks.

The evening's brisk chill inconsiderately scolded the noses and fingers of the congregation that honorably came to pay their respects. However, despite the cold harshness of the weather, it didn't compare to the storm that went on in Laguna's squalled heart.

Laguna sullenly looked at the gravesite next to his father's coffin. It was his mother's grave. He mournfully stared at the writings as his throat became clogged up with more emotions, which ultimately caused his eyes to leak out more tears.

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                                                            R.I.P

"SADAICIA LOIRE…DEVOTED MOTHER AND LOVING WIFE."

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 Laguna had adored his mother. He remembered how sick she got when she was attacked by a large green creature which ultimately casted Bio on her. About two weeks later she died. Laguna remembered how much he cried. If it wasn't for his father who took care of him and made him laugh, he knew that he would've died from depression.

Now, with both his parents' dead, Laguna was an orphan. He didn't have anyone left.  Laguna's eyes were drawn back toward his departed father which also drew tears from his eyes.

"Uhmm…Is everyone sure they don't have any last words to share before the diggers lay Mac-Daniel Laguna Loire to rest."

Laguna knew that this was his queue to say something. He didn't know what to say but he knew he had to say something or he would've regretted it the rest of his life.

 He took in a deep breath and cleared his throat as he discovered his gift for words for the very first time.

"Umm…When my mother died, My dad sacrificed his life for mine…" Laguna's words now grew bolder. "When my mother died…I was very very sad…and I wouldn't eat, drink or sleep…but my father…My father sacrificed his life for mine…"

The baffled crowed silently whispered amongst each other. They weren't sure what was wrong with Laguna or what he was talking about but they were convinced that he was going crazy. Eventhough Mac-Daniel's death was a mystery to them all, they knew that he didn't die saving his son.

Laguna looked at the overworked crowd but he continued despite their confusion and curiosity. He wasn't saying it for them; he was saying it for his mother, for his father, for himself.

"My father made me laugh when I needed to. He fed me when I wouldn't eat and he sang to me when I refused to sleep. He made sure I was happy throughout the ruff times. But no one was there to make him happy. No one was there to make him laugh or smile…Except for my mother. She…She has made him happy by taking him away from here…She waited until I was ready to be alone and then she comforted him through death…So you see…he didn't mysteriously die, he was taken away by my mother, and now they are both together again."

Everyone stood noiseless. It was so silent that even the sounds of the snow falling to the ground could be heard. Everyone was astonished of what this young lad had just said. They were so surprised that someone of his age would say something so meaningful. It was as if that's exactly what happened. Infact, their hearts believed that it was his mother indeed who took his father away to paradise.

"Ok" The minister said. "Lets bow our heads and say one last prayer for Mac-Daniel Laguna Loire…"

After the prayer was over, one by one, everyone started to leave. Laguna looked around confusingly for the diggers but they were no where to be found.

"Wait…wait…what about my father?" Laguna ran up to the minister and tugged away at his shirt. "What about my father? Why is everyone just leaving him here…who is going to bury him?"

The minister reassured Laguna that the cemetery diggers would be here later on to do the job but Laguna wasn't satisfied. Just like his father did for his mother, he demanded that the job be done now.

The minister left Laguna feeling that there was nothing else he could do for him now

Laguna stood in the freezing cold by his father's coffin, waiting for the arrival of the diggers so he could bid his father farewell properly. An hour later the sun started to set and still, the diggers didn't show up. He couldn't leave knowing that the diggers might not show up, So he did the only sensible thing he could think of. He decided to bury his father himself.

Laguna went for the rope that held the casket above the 6-foot hole and he untied it. Then bracing himself, he slowly lowered the casket into the ground. Suddenly Laguna started to feel the whole wait of the casket weighing down and he began to loose his grip. The casket almost dropped to the floor when suddenly a large hand quickly grabs the rope and keeps the casket from falling.

Laguna turned around and saw a huge boy wearing overalls and a blue jacket to match his blue bandana. He was holding the rope with ease. Without exchanging any words, the two of them begin to lower the casket into the ground.

Finally, After they both lowered the coffin, Laguna went straight toward the pile of dirt and picked up a handful of it and stood over his father's grave. He quietly said his last good-byes

 "Ill be alright Dad…so you don't worry about me…you go and have lots and lots a fun with mom and I will be up there to join the both of you someday…but until then, I will live life…"

With that said, Laguna threw the dirt in his hand onto the casket.

Handful by handfuls, Laguna and his new found friend, who he has yet to learn his name from, started using their hands to retrieve the dirt, and cover up the coffin into the ground. Laguna knew that it would probably take forever for the job to be done but he wasn't going to leave his father exposed.

Two hours later, a young copper-skinned boy walks by the cemetery on his way to the food shelter. He suddenly sees two kids covering up the gravesite with only their hands. He figured that they were poor like him and wasn't able to afford a shovel to bury their father. His warm heart felt remorse for the two of them so he decided to walk over and give them a hand.

On his way there, he saw a large branch laying on the floor. Suddenly he had a bright idea. He bent down and picked up the branch and took out his fighting katals that his older brother gave to him before he died. He then removed the blue scarf that was around his neck and used it to tie his katals side by side to the branch so that it would make a shovel.

He then slowly made his way to Laguna where he lightly taps him on the shoulder. Without any conversing, Laguna takes the instant made shovel and uses it to cover up his father's bed. In silence all three of them went to work on covering up the grave.

Ever since that evening, the three of them have been inseparable. It was like fate. They each possessed an ability that the other lacked and it made them very powerful. It made them friends.

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Laguna was now shaken free from his memories when he felt the sky start to cry tears of rain again. "The sky probably isn't finish purifying the blood on the battlefield." With hard feelings, Laguna decided to momentarily abandon his search for the night and find a shelter to rest in.

3 Hours later (11:00pm)

Laguna tiredly walked around in the intensified rainstorm for hours. He couldn't find anywhere where he could rest and stay for the night. He was soaked. Because the rain was making his armor rust and hard to move in, he took it off and threw it to the ground abandoning it. This caused his whole attire to become one with the water. His boots were filled with water and his long wet brunette hair pressed firmly against his fatigued face.

            The forest was now pitch-black. Laguna kept pricking his skin on the thorny bushes, and stumbling in the thick mixture of leaves and mud. He struggled to see his surroundings with the little rays of moonlight that were able to breach through the tree's canopy crowns.

He approached a ravaging river that showed its anger of the rain and winds. In the distance to his right, he was able to strain his eyes and see an old rickety wooden bridge swaying back and forth in the gusty winds. "Hmmm…" he thought to himself. "If someone built a bridge right here…then maybe it means that there's something on the other side…maybe shelter…"

            Laguna struggled with the powerful winds to make his way toward the shaky and wobbly bridge. As he got closer and closer to it, he realized that the bridge reminded him of himself. In times of storms, he was always shaky and wobbly. He was always unstable at times of trouble. Laguna started to notice this flaw within himself and realized that whenever a problem arose, he'd run. And here was this bridge trying to do the same thing. It was violently swaying back and forth in the gusty wind trying to break free so it could get away. And for some odd reason, he felt that this flaw would someday cause his downfall. He felt that it would someday cause a lot of heartache and disappointment in someone's life.

Laguna shook his head from his thoughts and looked down below before he crossed. The water was about 20 feet below the bridge and it seemed as though it was gradually rising.

Not wanting to waste any time Laguna started to cross the quaking bridge. He took little steps at a time while he used both hands to hold on to the rotting ropes. As Laguna took his time to carefully cross the only path to the other side of the forest, A sudden surge of wind violently started to make the bridge bounce up and down.

In fear, Laguna tightly wrapped his arm around one side of the rope and held on with all the power in his muscles. Laguna's heart now started to race as he felt the ropes begin to break. He knew that if he fell into the river, the rapids and rocks would tear his body apart. With only one other option, Laguna dropped his machine gun into the river and used his other free hand to hold on firmly to the rope. With a lot of effort, he started to pull himself to the other side of the bridge. Halfway there, the rope snapped in half and the bridge swung over to the other side. Laguna hit the grassy riverbank hard and made a loud thump

"UMPH." It wasn't over. Laguna could feel the top of the rope start to unwind. He quickly started to climb the rope in efforts to reach the top bank before the rope broke and released him into the river. Just in the nick of time, Laguna was able to pounce onto the riverbank before the rope broke off and the rickety old bridge disappeared into the rivers fury.

Laguna sat there breathing heavily. He was amazed as to the luck he had been having lately. He looked at the bridge being buried under the ravaging river and he realized that in times of a storm, you couldn't be weak and wobbly. You have to be strong and stable so that you won't be swept away. This was a lesson Laguna knew he would one day face. He just hoped that his strength wouldn't betray him.

Despite the desperate need of rest his body needed, he knew he had to keep moving. As he slowly walked deeper and deeper into the dark cold forest, he tiredly forced his way through the rushing winds that occasionally swept flashes of lightning.

Suddenly, he saw a small fire burning inside a cave far in the distance. A feeling of relief smothered his body. Even though he was a bit scared, he was strongly urged by an unnatural feeling to go in.

He reluctantly started walking toward the peculiar cave. All of a sudden, he felt a mystic feeling slowly overwhelming his body. He realized that the closer he got to the cave, the stronger the feeling became. It was as if someone was dragging him into this mysterious cave. This was déjà vu. He felt this feeling before. This feeling was of the same feeling that he felt in this morning's battle when the meteors almost landed on him and in this evening's battle when he miraculously escaped the fierce touch of all those blizzagas, and firagas that was being thrown at him.

            Laguna fought through the fierce winds and heavy rain and approached the cave's entrance in what seemed to be in a twinkle of an eye. He hesitantly peered his head in.

"KIROS…WARD" he shouted, hoping that they would be in there.

There was no answer. Laguna looked around the cave in curiosity, trying to figure out who built that fire.

"Please...Help me…." a weak feminine voice quietly whispered out in pain.

Laguna's attention was now at full alert. He quickly went into the fire lighted cave and rapidly looked around in every direction in efforts to find out who the owner of that distraught voice belonged to. 

He took a few steps further in but stopped in the middle of the dim lighted cave where the small fire was burning. He looked around with bewilderment. There was no one in there or atleast that's what he thought until he heard the sobs of a shadowy figure coming from a dark corner deep in the back of the cave.

sniff…sniff "Please don't hurt me…I'm sorry…I'm so, so sorry… I didn't mean to hurt him…"

Laguna stopped dead in his tracks to see beautiful young lady, crouched down on the cave's floor in tears.

Laguna stared at her with sympathy. He wondered what she was talking about. While keeping his distance, he slowly stooped down beside her and reached out his arms toward her. He very slowly placed his right hand against her cheek and with his thumb, he wiped away the tears that flowed down her crystal green eyes. At this point she seemed to be too tired and exhausted to put up a fight.

He noticed that she was wet and shivering. Evidently, it seemed as though she was lost and had been out in the rain for a long time.

"Are you alright?" He sympathetically whispered.

The lonely girl looked at him from the dark corner with great pain in her eyes. Seeing his hazel eyes stare at her with care and remorse made her green emerald eyes weld up with more tears.

 When Laguna saw this, he knew that she must have been through some sort of great ordeal. He knew that for her to get so emotional when he asked her something that most people ask their loved ones could only mean that there probably wasn't a whole lot of people in her life that loved, or cared about her. He knew that if he wasn't the first, he was probably one of the few people that showed her affection that she obviously longed for.

As a result, this made his thoughts wonder. "Why would anyone be so mean to such a pretty lady…Who wouldn't want to show her any love???…And what did she mean by I didn't mean to hurt him???"

He wasn't entirely sure on how to handle the situation but the first thing he knew he had to do, was to get her out of those wet clothes before she caught pneumonia.

Still being cautious, He slowly moved in closer and gently place both hands on her shoulders and slowly rose up so that she would rise up with him simultaneously.

Laguna could tell that she was terrified, but he knew that if he kept constant eye contact with her, it would sedate her fears.

With very little resistance, he pulled her in closer to him to the point where their noses almost touched. As they both gazed into each other's souls, Laguna was accidentally mesmerized by her beauty. Especially the beauty in her eyes. His plan was to drag her in closer to him so that he could pick her up and carry her to the firelight, however, after pulling her in closer, he got lost in her eyes and forgot to execute the picking up part.

"Oh…Ummm…ahh…I wass….Ummm…" Laguna mumbled as he broke away from their optical embrace.

She stood still and continuously stared at his embarrassed expression. Her face expressed no emotion and the sadness within her caused another tear to pass through her green orbs. Seeing this made Laguna reclaim his senses and get back to dealing with the matter at hand.

Now trying to avoid eye contact with her, he bent down and picked her up in a cradle position. He then walked on over to the fire that was already made in the middle of the large cave. The whole time, he was amazed of how light and soft she was.

As he delicately placed her down by the fire's warmth, he couldn't help but wonder to himself. "…Did she make this fire or did someone else do it…???…And how come she wasn't sitting by it...???"  The thoughts in his mind continued to puzzle his senses. But he decided to ask questions later, and try to get her as comfortable as possible, now.

Laguna turned around to pick up his bag. "So…What's your name?" he asked trying to silence the awkward silence. He turned back around and unzipped his pack while waiting for an answer.

There was a long pause. She looked at him as if she wanted to ask herself that same question. She didn't even realize who she was anymore. She didn't know if she could even trust him.

After not hearing an answer, he took his eyes off his bag that he was running his hands through and looked up with concern. "…Ummm…Do you…have a name?" he softly asked as he moved in closer and sat down in front of her.

Her silence was persistent, but so was Laguna.

He looked at her for a moment and was bedazzled by her innocent beauty. He cautiously stretched out his hand towards her cheek very slowly, hoping that she wouldn't panic or become afraid. However, is hopes were demolished as she furiously tried to back away from him in fear. Fortunately for Laguna, the cave wall that her back was now pressing firmly against trapped her in the same spot and didn't allow her to go anywhere except forward.

Feeling helpless, she tightly shut her eyes and turned her head towards the cold cave wall anticipating Laguna's harsh blow; but what she got was his soft touch. Laguna smiled as he gingerly stroked her cold cheek with his palm. She stopped pressing her back against the wall and slowly opened her eyes after realizing that he wasn't hurting her. She slowly turned her worried face towards him with a look of surprise. She continuously looked down and avoided eye contact with him because she didn't want him to know the enjoyment that she felt from his hands comforting warmth.

Laguna was trying to assure her that everything was going to be ok and that he wasn't going to hurt her. The only way he knew how to do that was through touch. He figured that touch was an essential part of a person's personality. If someone hits you, then for that moment in time, you'd view that person as being violent and mean. But if that same person gently caresses you and softly touches you, then its almost impossible to picture he/she as being violent; that person will only be viewed as being gentle and sensitive.

She paused for a moment and gazed up at his eyes hoping to see that his reassuring gesture was genuine. After feeling a bit more comfortable, she quietly tried to give an answer. "………Yes…I do………My name…is…is…" She took in a deep breath, and slowly let it out. Her cracked voice was having trouble formulating the air into words. It couldn't get past the choked up lump that was formed in her throat through all the crying she did earlier. She took in another deep breath and this time; she held it in for twice as long and let it out so gently that even a feather wouldn't have moved "…My name is…Adel..."

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