Liberation
We left home with a determination to be useful in a world that had refused our help. In ballrooms and villages we were masqueraders in a complex dance of dangerous porportions. Unable to communicate, we were separated from each other. Unmasked, we were captured in the claw of the enemy. Imprisoned, we were treasonous traitors of the Crown, warriors of our homeland, awaiting our impending fate.
Our little masquerade was over, but our adventure was just beginning








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