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She intrigued me so much that I almost lost track of my target.

I killed him eventually and took his head to my clients. But I have been returning to the forests every day since then.

I cannot help it. Something about Brielle fascinates me, compels me, and I don’t know what it is. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I have seen and been with many beautiful women.

Brielle has awakened something in me that I didn’t know existed.

It is something primal and hot and glaring. It is a beast, a living thing inside of me, inhaling and exhaling when I do. It has a heartbeat, thumping furiously against the walls of its ribcage. It is animalistic and base. Feral.

It is willing to kill for her. It is willing to be savage for her. It is willing to protect her at all costs.

I became used to it quickly, this thing inside me that was summoned to the surface by Brielle’s mere existence in my life.

It is familiar, not unlike the thing inside me that drives me to kill. It is not unlike the thing inside me that enjoys killing.

I am dragged, almost violently, into the present, when I watch Brielle, whose coat pockets are filled with the meager amount of root vegetables that she managed to find, preparing to leave.

The bird looks up at the trees in my direction again before it hops up onto her shoulder.

I should follow her. I shouldn’t let her go. Not without me.

But that would be an act of sheer folly. I cannot reveal myself yet.

Even though I hate the sight of her back to me as she walks away from me.

First, before I reveal myself to her, I need to know more about her. Because the truth is, I only know her name and her schedule. I don’t really know who she is, and I cannot continue living for much longer without knowing.

I also need to know why I am so drawn to her. I need to know why she makes me feel things that no other person ever has before.

“Brielle, I’m coming for you.”

3

BRIELLE

“Good morning to me,” I mutter grimly.

Things aren’t getting better for the humans in the lowtowns of Pyrthos.

More and more factories and mills have popped up, being built with intense speed as the demand for goods increases across all of Protheka.

I have never been outside of Pyrthos throughout my entire life, but several of the humans in lowtowns have been shipped here from Vhoig, Orthani, and even Prazh and Rach.

They speak of continents ruled by savage dark elves who demand luxuries that can only be found in Oshta.

And so the factories spin on, faster and faster, at almost deathly speeds, and so the humans in lowtowns of Pyrthos, and Vhoig, and Orthani, have to work.

At deathly speeds.

Another group of children, and a group of older people, have arrived at our settlement this week. They are all clearly traumatized, although I don’t know why. Their lives couldn’t have been much better wherever they were before they got here.

I mean. We’re humans, for pity’s sake.

We don’t have good lives.

We have less worth than livestock.

Nonetheless, I have done my best to help everyone in the settlement and make them feel comfortable.

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