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- Mom, why do we always have to hide?
Celene was in her new blue silk dress. She was picking flowers for a bouquet. I ran a hand through her long soft golden hair and smiled.
- Because there is no place here for us dear.
- But I do not understand! Tomorrow is my birthday, I will be nine years old. Why can't I know the truth?
- It's not the time yet.
I heard a rustle in the distance of branches snapping and I hurried to grab Celene and run for the trees. – Come on, someone's coming. – Celene's
