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ARIELLA
The sound of metal clanging and clashing against each other was piercingly loud as the warriors fought. There were so many good fighters and I was beginning to recognize some of them by their movements. I trained with these men so I knew how our techniques worked and what our style was, especially those I fought with on a regular basis. As I searched through the crowd, hoping that I would find Brayden, there was something inside me that told me he was there … somewhere. I could feel the pull on my soul like I did every time he was near.
“Father?” I whispered, tilting my head in his direction. “Have you seen Prince Brayden? Is he here? I can feel him, but I don’t see him out in the crowd.”
“He probably just arrived and hasn’t made it in here yet,” he said quietly. “I’m sure yo
