My wish that Hazel was killed during the fall was something I held on to with every fabric of my being. Now, as I look at Haires, I realised I may have won the battle afterall. The realisation sent a chuckle to my lips and my not too sane mind was sent into a sea of wonder and satisfaction, satisfied that I have taken care of my greatest threat ever, if he was truly dead. Coming this far after escaping Hazel was a hell of a journey, and speaking of hardship, I had my fill.
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Hazel's voice boomed behind us as we dashed through the forest. I held Olga tightly, helping him run. He was still scathed and even if he tried to hide it from me, it was written all over his face as we ran. Who would have thought that a day will come when two of Amadiran's greatest would be running for their live
