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It were the early hours of the morning, when Stevia out of thick fog, carrying a skull of a small rodent she caught. The streets of the festival were almost empty, not many people, whose species she despised. Sniffing the air, there was no sweet aroma of pastries and life. A smell she grew up with, morning dew, mixed with manure of bovines lingered in her nostrils like annoying flies in the swaps she wandered during the summer. She continues. Following the memory of the night with Liber, the red dove finally reaches the statue. It was much bigger than she remembered, probably because it was covered with offerings days earlier. A stone stat...

She woke up. Muffled sounds are getting louder with each moment. Still drowsy fromthe poison dart, Stevia stands up tipsily. There is barely any light, the completeopposite of wilderness where she grew up in. She sniffs the air but its stifling anddisgusting with traces of dry blood. When Stevia sobered up, the dove heard a loudvoice from the outside yelling followed by cheering, startling her in the process.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The doors opened, with the screeching of chains and wood, the sunlight finally reachesStevia, blinding her feline pupils in process. The...

Its has been a while since Troos fell asleep, Coffee has tought he died. But the slow movements of his ribbed chest still indicated that he's alive. Somehow. She didn't want to disturb him, she calmly put her head in the old man's den. She wanted to sleep, but in the same time ask why go to Karuna.Then she fell asleep... In the dreams, she saw a meadow, green of grass all around her. She couldn't feel the weight of the foal, the wind called her. It reminded her of her journey with her parents. More like a trip than a journey. She started to tear up of nostalgia and happiness and started running. She couldn't feel the chain of motherhood, n...