I'm Alesha. I used to be a prostitute, but now I am a huntress. I murdered my brother, and I'm not sorry. That bastard raped me, and he had to die. He will never hurt me again. But now I must run fast and get to the train station to catch up with Calixta and the others.
OH, NO! I can see them boarding the train. "Wait for me!" shouted Alesha.
The train pulled away. Alesha ran behind it. But the train picked up speed, and she stayed behind in the city of Nhava.
"I will find them," said Alesha. But something worse than being left behind happened to her; Lord Shedfield, her first client and lover, found her on the train platform. He noticed she had changed her Trade Tattoo. "I am going to jail and maybe end up on the gallows for sure," said Alesha.
I am Gálida, the elf and second Vanquisher of Alhambra, and I am dying in the dungeons of the Fort of Marr. My people and I are locked in cocoons made to help us cure our injuries, but now they are our coffins. We are encased in perpetual sleep. We were gullible, and Jadro cursed us. Oh, but today, in the depth of my sleep, I can hear the steps of one that can break our curse. The one walks stealthily through the halls and searches for something not his to take. Could it be a thief or a hero?
I am Evelin, and you don't know me yet! I am water, wolf, and wind. I will kill Calixta one way or another.
"Not if I kill her first," said Jadro.
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