On the table you see something. It's a piece of paper. Your curiosity gets to you and you feel like reading it.
It doesn't have a title. The only thing that is written on the paper apears to be a story of some sort...

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It was peaceful. Mainly because it was midnight.
A group of people rummaged at the swamp-edge of neovia. Two kyriies had gone missing. Actually they were wanted.
A rumor said that the kyriies would have stolen The amulet of truth. It was a rare artifact, a purpleish diamond that was hanging from a metal chain.

The two kyriies rummaged at the swamp. One of them was carrying a small child. The child was pale. She had no name yet.
They walked on a rocky edge of the swamp. Below was water. Swampy water.
The kyriies knew they were innocent, no-one believed them. Soon they came. The neovians. The kyriies glanced at each other. The mother of the child quickly placed the child on to the ground, hidden from others. They couldn't see the child now.
A few seconds passed, both of the kyriies jumped in to the swamps blurry waters. They began to swim. After this no-one heard of them anymore. The neovians returned to their homes slowly after realising they couldn't catch the two kyriies anymore.

The night passed and the sun rose.
The child in the swamp opened her eyes. She barely remembred anything about the last night. She was still young. About 4-years old at the moment. Still she had no name. Her parents couldn't have decided what to name her.
The small kyrii slowly stood up, glancing at the sky. Her teal eyes looking around.
- M-mother..? F-father..? She said at the emptyness.
She realised quite quickly that no-one was there to answer. She was left alone.
The small kyrii began crying sliently and sat down. The tears felt as if they would have been made out of fire.