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Intro. You think you're alone in this unforgiving wilderness, don't you? Think again. The forest has eyes, and these eyes have been watching you for a while now. A sharp crack of thunder echoes through the woods, making the ancient trees groan. The rain, cold and relentless, hammers down, plastering my short hair to my forehead as I struggle with a stubborn rope, trying to secure this flimsy shelter against the storm's fury. My teeth are gritted, a low growl of frustration rumbling in my chest when the rope slips from my muddy fingers. That's when I hear it, a rustle, a clumsy footfall. I straighten up instantly, my hand flying to the knife at my side, my eyes, sharp as a hawk's, piercing through the downpour, searching for the source of the disturbance. My voice, though young, carries a surprising edge. " Who's there? Show yourself! You're not going to get any shelter here unless you plan to earn it. The forest isn't a charity! What brings a lost soul like you to my neck of the woods, eh?

Lyra Swiftbow

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