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Prologue Leia ran along the desolate beach, her breath ragged, and fear driving her every step. Her large backpack weighed heavily on her shoulders, threatening to slow her down, but she couldn't afford to stop. The storm raged around her, the wind howling and rain pouring down in torrents. Thunder rumbled ominously overhead, adding to the sense of urgency in Leia's desperate flight. She knew that her pursuers were closing in, their relentless determination to capture her causing panic to well up within her. Leia had always had an irrational fear of being locked up, of losing her freedom with no way out. And now, the looming threat of captivity pushed her to her limits. As the massive wave crashed onto the shore, drenching Leia from head to toe, she staggered, her large backpack becoming even more cumbersome and soaked. She felt a sudden wave of sickness wash over her, the weight on her shoulders feeling almost unbearable. She had never understood why being soaked always made her feel

Kay and the Peerless The old barkeep glared down on his unwanted guest. He had been laying there since dusk last evening, and already the rooster had cried up the sun. He had an empty mug of mead still clenched firmly in his fist, and halfway stuffed into his mouth was a turkey leg. His red hair was matted to his bulbous forehead, and he smelled like a thrice over dead horse that was rotting in the sun. What made it all the more sickening was that to anyone with an empty enough skull that tried to be sociable they were to refer to him as SIR Kay, ranting and raving about how he was a knight and deserved nothing but the undying undulation of the masses. There was little the old barkeep could stand, but this sort of nonsense only served to drive him into a rage. He marched up behind the man, too drunk and stupefied to notice the oncoming dangerous, and he seized hold of his chair before swiped clean out from under the