I tripped on a twig. I, Haranza Vigil, tripped on a twig in the middle of a forest that doubles as my backyard. This was the place I'd spent my whole childhood. I knew where every tree was, where every crack in the earth's surface was located. I knew every bird that sang in my forest, and every Judai that purred. The forest was mine. My name, Haranza, means she who rules the forest. But that day, my forest betrayed me. And as my face hit the dirt, I knew it was all over. I had no idea what would happen next. I just knew that life as I knew it had suddenly ceased to exist. When I fell I lost something. I lost the will, the killer instinct, to stay alive just for a moment. That moment has cost me the past three years of my life.
Let me reverse a little bit to the time before I tripped. Everything in Ragain, my village, haad changed. We had a new leader. All of the Ragaini people were in the streets rejoicing and falling at the feet of Ormiou. He was the man that was to bring us freedom from the Foosas, the neighboring village-people.
The Foosas are quite a barbairic bunch.
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