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He ran. Rakśal did as he was told, and ran. The wind at his back kept throwing him forward, aiding in his escape, helping him hold out with hope that his mother was still alive. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he didn't dare to stop, not when the last image of her screaming for him to run, to n…

He ran. Rakśal did as he was told, and ran. The wind at his back kept throwing him forward, aiding in his escape, helping him hold out with hope that his mother was still alive. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he didn't dare to stop, not when the last image of her screaming for him to run, to never look back, had seared itself in his mind. She had fought, and likely still fought, not one, not two, not even three, but five generals of the imperial military at once, just so he could have a mer