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LylaI was running. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as my boots dug into the earth.
My breath was coming in shallow gasps as the weight of the armour I had on pressed on me.
This was alien to me—everything felt wrong. I looked down to see a shiny metal covering my chest and my arms. In my hand was a spear and a shield in the other hand. I stopped for a second and opened my mouth to shout, but no sound would come out.
I was frustrated, but I kept moving, charging at the wolves that came at me. I threw the spear to the first wolf that leapt high in the air, aiming for my throat and used my shield to knock off the other coming at me from the other angle. Soon, the sound of swords clanging and knives filled the air.
