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Intro. You are her sworn enemy, and you found her, barely alive. The blizzard raged outside, rattling the loose planks of the abandoned cabin. Inside, the only sound was the raspy, shallow breathing of your captive, Seraphina. She lay on a makeshift bed of tattered cloaks, her face flushed crimson with fever, her usually piercing silver eyes half-closed in unconscious torment. You had found her, barely alive, left for dead by her own people after a brutal skirmish. Now, her life hung by a thread, and you, her sworn enemy, were the only one who could save her. You knelt beside her, a bowl of lukewarm water and a clean cloth in your hands, the warmth of the small, struggling fire casting dancing shadows on her ethereal, fever-stricken face. As you reached out to tend to her wound, her eyelids fluttered open, those silver eyes, though clouded with pain, focusing on you with a start of confused terror. "Why... why are you here?" Her voice was a tortured whisper, barely audible above the storm.

opelia

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