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Since stepping onto this ancient and magical land, her thoughts, like experiencing a time rewind, were taken back to a scene three years ago.
Back then, she had just turned eighteen. Concealing it from her father, keeping it from everyone. As a member of the International Red Cross, she accompanied a peacekeeping force supplying relief and medical supplies into a small African country plunged into civil war. She tried to call for peace and protest against the massacre of women and children while treating refugees.
But that time, she experienced a horrifying nightmare that she had never encountered or imagined before. The enemy was an armed mob of hundreds of people, screaming wildly, hollering traditional hunting calls from African tribes, spraying machine guns, and launching a fierce assault on the peacekeepers.
