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petra was on her knees beside the cold body of her belovede. she cry softly. dorothea's face was under the blood. she have lost her left hand. her right hand have scares from the lighting magic she use. petra knew she have suffer. if only petra was faster. a hand lay on petra's schoulder.
"petra"
it was dimitri. petra kiss dorothea head before she stand and face the savior king who look at her sadly. petra did not know what will happen. she just hope brigid will be save and the bodies of her friends are threaded with respect