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But nevermind them, because it doesn't matter. When I was ten, my village was raided. I was taken along with others who were strong enough to work. We were taken to a place that I don't remember and sorted into different groups~ the strongest of us, and the fastest of us. I was put into a reject group, the group that was not fast or strong. The rejects, as I remember them, were to be exhiled, to keep them out of the way.

The day came when twenty of the Rejected people were to be exhiled, myself included. We were lead into a dark chamber made of stone, all tied together with rope. I was young, innocent and terrified. I watched in horror as one by one, the people I had seen s full of life just moments before brutally slaughtered, their bodies stabbed, then thrown ruthlessly into a large fire. I remember the color of blood, and the screams that rung through the stone halls.

When my turn came up, I looked at the man who was to kill me with horror. I watched him aim the large knife at my heart, so I would die instantly. He pulled the knife, stained red with blood, up over his head, and just as he thrust it down, a beautiful light appeared before me, knocking him back into a wall. The moment I was out of harm's way, it disappeared as quickly as it had come, and to this day I still have no idea what it was.

The me came at me all at once, all with large bloody knives, hate in their eyes. Terrified, I ran, and everytime someone tried to stab me, that light reappeared.

I managed to escape from there, and to get as far away as possible. As I was travellig, looking for my village, I came across amysterious forest, with countless of xweetoks. I've taken to staying there, as I like the atmosphere.

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