Twenty Seven
Chiara blankly stared at the gigantic wall that separated their camp from the rest of the town. Training was done early that evening to let her rest since she couldn’t bear to concentrate after what she had just witnessed. A child no more than ten years old was taught and commanded to kill in cold blood. It was a vampire, but that didn’t make things any better—that was still a person inside that box—and Gaea just made a little girl finish them off as if their life meant less than anyone's. Chiara leaned her head back and looked at her hands. She had almost done what Saris did with her own hands. Everyone had been telling her how much power the Vessel holds, but not once did she think she was capable of hurting anyone—much less killing a vampire—just by willing it. It was scary how easily i
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