Love was a fools tale in the Barrel. Stupidity. Absurdity. Down right idiocy. Why would idiots indulge in such folly, when there was money to be made.
The broken figures who crawled around the slum were too busy finding a way to survive from dawn to...
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-ADJALA-
AS THE CREW set up camp in the wilderness of Fjerda, the night sky slowly revealed its tapestry of stars.
Adjala and Elijah, taking a moment to escape the bustling activity around them, found themselves drawn to the celestial display.
They settled on a patch of snow, their backs against a blanket of fur they'd spread on the thick snow bed, gazing up at the glittering stars above. The cold air was forgotten as they lost themselves in the beauty of the night.
Adjala couldn't help but sigh softly, her voice filled with nostalgia. "I miss the nights we used to spend on the Slat's rooftop, watching the stars."
Elijah turned to her, a wistful smile on his face. "I do too. Those were some of the best moments we had."
The moonlight bathed them in a soft glow, and Elijah's gaze lingered on Adjala. "You know," he began, his voice quiet, "your eyes look beautiful in the moonlight. They look like a tapestry of stars, woven by the saints."
Adjala's heart skipped a beat at his words, and for a moment, the world around them faded away.
She turned to him, her own smile mirroring his. "Elijah, you have a way with words."
They continued to watch the stars in comfortable silence, the unspoken emotions between them growing stronger with each passing moment. In a world filled with danger and uncertainty, they had found solace in each other's company, under the vast, starry sky as Adjala's mind drifted to their first stary encounter.
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IT WAS ADJALA'S fifteenth birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy and celebration. Kaz, ever the schemer, had orchestrated a daring birthday heist for her. They had stolen a priceless painting from a museum, a testament to his unusual way of showing affection.
The Dregs were celebrating below, reveling in their successful heist, but Adjala found herself perched on the roof, alone, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky.
Elijah, her enemy, had also sought solace on the rooftop. When he approached, Adjala couldn't hide her bitterness. "What are you doing here?"
He snorted, his breath forming mist in the cold air. "I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn't you be busy celebrating with the rest of them?"
Adjala turned her gaze back to the stars, her tone still sharp. "I don't need their celebrations. Birthdays bring back bad memories."
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