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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 1

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𝙰/𝙽: 𝙰𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 24 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 20.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚓𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝-𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 ��𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙴𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜! 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜: 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 40 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 '𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎' 𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚜. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜

"𝚎-𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

"𝚢𝚎𝚜?"

"𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜?"

"𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔... 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘-"

"𝚏-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔....", 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...

"𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝!..", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. '𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢!' 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

"𝚞𝚑.."

"𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.. 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜"

𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚜? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

"𝚊𝚑... 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚑𝚖... 𝚠𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜.....𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?"

𝙰𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

"𝚘𝚔?.."

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌��𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎....𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

"𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖&𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍...𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚢!... 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚏 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚢.."

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜.

"𝚢-𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑-..𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚑?"

"𝚢𝚎𝚊 𝚒 𝚞𝚑.. 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 2 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗"

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

"𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝...𝚘𝚛-"

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗-𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?"

"𝚢/𝚗.."

𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜"

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗

"𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢?"

"𝚢𝚞𝚙, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖"

"𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗?"

"𝚖𝚑𝚖..𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜... 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 '𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢'"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐

"𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 17 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍."

𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛? 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎?

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗?"

"𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔"

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗..."

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛?", 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜.

"𝚗𝚘!", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍. "𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝...."

"𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢"

"𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝"

"𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎....𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗"

"𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞..."

"𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎?"

"𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎... 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖..𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝!"

𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎. 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙.

"𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢/𝚗.. 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢....𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏"

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍.. 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖"

"𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐"

𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗..𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝

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FFXIVWrite 2024 - Day 5: Stamp

1.7k words; no spoilers except for the side quest “the past is a story we never tell”

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“This letter is addressed to Mauh Lihzeh, kupo!”

Lihzeh.

For a brief moment, she felt like she could’ve been back home. A letter, stamped from the capital, or bearing no seal at all, sent by her brother, or an uncle, or simply another family near or far, of news of elsewhere. Where might hunting be best next season, what places to watch out for, what the dragons seemed to be up to.

But she was in Limsa Lominsa, and the dealings of the past had no matter to the task at hand. Mauh Lihzeh was a merchant in the Shroud, and Ahki was in Meracydia no longer.

It went without saying she’d deliver it. She’d been helping out the mail moogle here and there when time allowed, and accepted the letter without word, and left to be on her way.

Ahki recalled hearing the tales of her family’s origins, tracing back thousands of winters. Of a people split and divided, persecuted and enslaved. Rumours of people not unlike them, so far away across the oceans to the north, distant cousins they should never meet, for who knew what lay beyond their borders?

But Ahki did, now. A place where people live their lives so similar and yet so different from her own, with no knowledge of people in the lands to the south.

She was a contradiction, and so she would not speak of it.

It was late evening when Ahki made it to Sweetbloom Pier, and thanked the ferryman who’d been kind enough to give her a ride over from Gridania as she rose from the boat. A quick scan of her surroundings revealed a short miqo’te woman, long red hair reaching halfway down her back.

While it wasn’t unusual for her to end up involved in whatever affairs unfolded upon delivering letters, the hardest part of the job was the speaking. Usually, it wasn’t difficult. A simple ‘are you so-and-so?’ or ‘do you know where I might find this person?’ would do, and she needn’t say any more. But this time, the prospect of speaking to another so similar and yet so different from herself had her heart pounding at the anticipation.

She felt like she could’ve been looking at one of her sisters. Maybe one she hadn’t met many times, another born of the same father, or an older cousin who hunted far away, up in the highlands, perhaps, or deeper into the so-called cursed deserts where few would step foot. The sight of a terrible battle in the distant past, her mother told her once. Where so many lost their lives that the life was sucked out of the very land itself. A battle so hard fought that even the dragons to which they owed their lives struggled to fight back.

There was reason they avoided contact with outsiders, relying on loose letters and missives to communicate, and navigate the few yet-fertile areas that were left.

“Are you…Mauh Lihzeh?” Ahki asked quietly as she approached, and the too-similar looking woman looked at her in curiosity.

“That would be me,” Mauh nodded, and Ahki handed her the letter without a word.

Either distracted, or simply unaware, Mauh didn’t seem to recognise Ahki, and for that time was just a fellow Keeper of the Moon, a nameless adventurer. Mauh explained her own situation, and Ahki listened in silence.

She felt some connection to her, some drive to help when otherwise she perhaps may not have cared as much. Ahki had known of her name as being one that survived from long ago, but to meet another bearing it in a land so far removed from the one she’d grown up in, felt like finding a long-lost cousin. Mauh lost her mother, her only sister had left her, and Ahki couldn’t blame her for how much she wanted to speak to her again. I know exactly how you feel.

Mauh penned a letter in response to the one from her sister, and Ahki left to find Urha to deliver it to her. It was the least she could do.

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Mauh was an emotional wreck when Urha left them, standing amongst the trees, and Ahki hardly knew what to say. It had been like being thrown directly into the exact life that so many Keepers in Eorzea must face, and suddenly she could understand the narrowed eyes and strange looks she’d got when she first came to Gridania. Nobody was like to trust a strange Keeper of the Moon adventurer, not when who knows how many had ties to the Coeurlclaws, had killed and pillaged and broken countless laws.

“You! You should understand, you’re a Keeper too, aren’t ya?”

“Keepers of the moon, eh? If it were up to me, I’d hang every one of you, let the Twelve sort out the ‘claws from the rest.”

The voices still rang clear in her head, and Ahki closed her eyes, willing them to go away. Maybe my family was right…fated to be oppressed no matter where we go. Why we had reason to stay away. She had wondered why so few Keepers seemed to live around the city-states, in favour of the less familiar Seekers of the Sun, and now she had her answer.

“I’m sorry…for dragging you into all this, Ahki,” Mauh said as they returned to the nearby settlement, and Ahki was quiet, trying to piece together her words. I’m used to it. I wanted to help. It…answered some of my questions. Nothing seemed to fit.

Ahki gave a sad smile in lieu of response, praying that it got it across. It does with the Scions, but they’d known her for longer. And Minfilia is always able to tell how I feel.

“You’re a Keeper too, no? I pray Menphina has been kinder to you,” Mauh continued, before her eyes narrowed, brows furrowed slightly. “Your family’s name, you never mentioned it. What is it? Surely, it must carry some of the same significance to you…”

Ahki looked away. It was true—she’d omitted it when first introducing herself, afraid and uncertain of what the questions that may follow would be. It hadn’t been important at the time, so focused they were on locating Urha and trying to convince her to leave the Coeurlclaws, fighting between a recusant people and those who saw no good in either of them. But after everything Mauh—they had been through, she deserved to know that much.

Better she say it than her name eventually reach her by some other means, with all that she seemed to get involved in with her Scion work.

“…Lihzeh. I’m…Ahki Lihzeh,” she whispered, not looking her way.

“You…you’re Lihzeh too?”

Ahki nodded, lips sealed shut.

“Where is your family from? I don’t recall many other Lihzeh, and I don’t believe I recognise you.”

Ahki hugged herself with her arms. There’s the question she was afraid of. The one that could only lead to bad things if it got out. More questions, or a curiosity she would be powerless to prevent. She didn’t want to…couldn’t reveal such a thing so readily. But she wanted to give some answer.

“They’re…far away. I don’t have any family around here,” she said. “I…don’t want people to know.”

“To protect them?”

Ahki nodded, but said no more.

“Menphina knows I understand that all too well. Urha too, I’m sure, and yet…” Mauh trailed off, shaking her head roughly, prompting Ahki to turn, looking back over at her. “Apologies, I need to focus on the future. What we can still do.”

The air between them went quiet, and Ahki flattened her ears. There was similarities, between them, in a way. Even so far apart, they both looked to the moon at night, lived with only close female relatives, warded off close contact with too many of the men, and…were by all means, alone in this world now. A family dead or scorned contact, and one simply too far away, unable to be reached, and, in the simplest manner, in hiding.

It was like finding a sister in a far away place. A distant cousin, to be sure, but that some blood may be shared between their veins even after so long with no contact. Similarities, that went beyond a coincidentally similar outward appearance.

Apparently, Mauh was thinking similarly, because her face soon lit up with realisation. “Even if we had nobody else, it’s nice to know we could still have each other. It’s…a relief to find another Lihzeh out there.”

Ahki nodded, humming in agreement. “…It is.”

Mauh suddenly spun around, stepping forward toward her, placing both hands on Ahki’s shoulders, smile bright on her face. “Sisters, then? Or cousins, whichever. I think we look similar enough to play the part.”

She was back home once again, her sisters around her, enthusiastically talking, comparing little things like hair colours and tail lengths, or who could climb highest or run fastest. They’d hold each other, help each other out, and at the end of the day, be there for each other, even when they were apart.

But even so far away from home, she could look at Mauh like she would a sister. Even if they’d never met each other before now, even if they weren’t closely related, it was carried in the heart, and in their shared name. So she looked at Mauh, and she smiled. “…Sisters.”

They stayed that way for a good few seconds, before Mauh lifted her hands and stepped back to give Ahki back her personal space, but she didn’t look away. “If you want or need a cover, wanting to protect your family, you can say you’re related to me. I don’t…have anybody else aside from Urha, now. And I can confirm any questions that arise.”

Ahki’s eyes widened. It was like for the first time, a safety blanket had been placed over her. The word, a promise, that she could keep her secrets, and nobody need know that she’s from elsewhere. If they asked, begged, wouldn’t let her go without giving an answer, she could simply answer the Twelveswood. A small, remote village, now long gone with Mauh being her only family left around.

Ahki blinked her eyes shut a second, before opening them again, looking up at Mauh’s blue ones.

“I…Thank you. Sister.”

#help this got long #if you see any weird wording or mistakes no you didn’t; im not properly editing this #I think about mauh and ahki a lot #ffxivwrite2024 #ffxivwrite #ahki #ffxiv

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