“Holessa, never forget that we’re always with you. We will never forget you, even if we part ways,” a man said as he sobs and gives her a glowing green necklace. All of the people caught Holessa’s attention. They’re all wearing the same robe, a witch’s robe, different from what Holessa currently wears, a farmer’s leather clothing for exiled people. “It’s alright, father, mother. I’ll be back. I promise you,” Holessa said as she clasps her hands with his with tears falling out her eyes. “Always be safe, my daughter. We’ll be waiting for your return,” her mother said. Holessa hugs her tight like there’s no tomorrow. They don’t want to lose each other but she defied the law. Their separation is inevitable. “Les, let’s go. We’ll figure out something ourselves,” a woman with long lime hair said, and swept tears said. Like Holessa, their eyes appeared red too. “I still gasp the feeling that can’t be replaced for a tho
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