There was no hope for her. Everything was gone, and it was her fault. Nothing was left of Antar except ashes and a child's toy rabbit. She knew that rabbit. She could hear his voice, calling in her head. It had been his. She thought she heard his voice, but it was just the wind drifting in. But- it grew louder. "Serantha?" She turned, white gown swishing. And there he was- darling Akrian. She stood stunned, then shouted with roy, running to him, and pulling him up in a hug, large tears rolling down her cheeks as she choked out his name. She had done this. She was a traitor, she had given away Antar's location. Now, all that remained of her village was her darling little brother. He looked so confused. This kind of pain was beyond the boy's imagination, being only half a decade old. And now they were alone, in this bitter, bitter world. But now- some hope shimmered in her eyes where before there had only been grief and guilt.
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