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Kiria
“Go, go!” Firian’s voice grated.
Kiria’s legs started to burn, the initial adrenaline wearing off. But she forced them to keep moving, one in front of the other, jumping over fallen branches, climbing up large rocks, forward and forward, her breath coming out ragged and her scars aching.
She paused for a second when the realization hit her that Firian wasn’t wearing the packs. They had left all their supplies at the inn.
He touched her back to make her keep moving. She knew he could run faster, but he kept her in front. She twisted her head around to see whether any of the Torithians still followed. The air blew her tears cold. She hadn’t realized she was crying.
No one seemed to be after them. When she looked at Firian, he seemed to think the same thing. They jogged to a st
