Ragal's POV

The cold breeze toyed with my hair as I continued walking aimlessly through the cursed forest.

I had snuck out through the back gate. I didn't want Rowen or his legions camped outside to know where I was headed.

I needed space to breathe. I inhaled the air around me. This place felt like home.

It was the only place I could be accepted for who I truly was. It felt like home to me.

The evening sun sank across the horizon, boosting my energy as I ran on bare feet.

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