Prologue

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This is my first book. I've never done this before so every comment will be appreciated.

While winds were wailing, wolves were striving to reach their prey. I was running away, crawling away. My hands and knees coated with filth as I attempt to evade extinction.

The hunger gnawing away at my stamina. The trees shredding endlessly at my ankles. The wind striking at my skin. The roars of the chomping muzzles resound in my head.

Being a rouge doesn't enable you to obtain many friends. So I was entirely isolated. No one is there to assist me to escape these barbarians.

Praying I make it out alive, a grumble froze everyone in their route. My head gradually raised to become face to face with - an old woman?

Breath of the PastOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora