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Eillouette's POV
~fourteen years later~
I scream in terror as my mother falls behind, the gunshot wound in her leg taking effect. "¡Mi̱téra!"
"Eillee... ekteléste."
Staring at her in horror, I shake my head. "I cannot leave you!"
"I said run, Eillouette!" She snaps, "You are our species' only hope!"
"No.... I cannot!"
My mother struggles to her feet, her wings broken and bleeding. "Eillouette you are the Móni̱ Elpída. You have to leave now."
I hug her tightly and she kisses my forehead before I finally heed her warning and run for my life. I hear repeated gunshots from behind me as I distance myself further, my mother's screams echoing in my ears as I run into the forest.
It's beginning to seem like all I do is run.
What did I do to these people? Why do they hate me?
My red wings tear on a sharp thorn branch, but I don't make a sound, not slowing at all until I reach the town. The human town. I freeze. Fterá are not allowed in the town's...
"Oh my goodness... young lady, are you alright?" A man's voice. I try to run, but he is already in front of me.
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