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Ari's fear

Ari heard the voice of the woman who warned her fellow citizens from danger. The heat, posture and those words almost made her lose consciousness. She almost shouted and started an attack right in that instant. But she composed herself, she was made composed.

Outside, the singing and cheers were drowning out the sound of the woman’s warnings. And then, they felt the heavy movement of the figure.

He was the first one to come out, the Troyans barely realised what was happening. They fell one after another to the vanguard’s advance. In a few hours the Achaea fleet would have traced back their steps and the city would without a doubt fall to their hands. Finally: a fabulous bounty, becoming a part of history as great heroes. Although, in that moment, the only thing in her mind was finding and killing that woman. The woman who awakened fear in her.



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