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Half-finished Solo

2th Summer 2013 It had been a day since Draven had entered the city of Syliras, the magnificent castle-like city. He had floated throughout her streets, and watched how the people of Syliras lived their daily lives. He watched how the parents worked for their children, and the children worked for their parents. He watched as the elderly tutored the young, and the young aided the elderly. It was a hive-like city, in which every single person pulled his own weight, and was respected for doing so. It was a city unlike Nyka, a cruel and zealous city, befitting only the strong. He, Draven, the ethereal boy, was crying now. He had hidden himself in a single corner - of which Syliras had many - wrapped his arms around his head, and started weeping, thinking of all the things that had gone wrong. The reason for his crying was a young girl, a poor girl, and daughter of a poor mother. She had injured herself, while trying to help her mother cook a lousy dinner. She had burned her finger, a petty wound. Yet the mother had come running, and

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