A tool, a sacrifice, a host for a soul - that was all she was meant to be. They never viewed her as a person, never heard the laughter, never saw the love and the clear, shining spirit. The Chosen, the one chosen to die.
They cared nothing for her. Why would they? She was a figurehead, an idea, a name with no face attached.
The Chosen One. The title that haunted and captured, forever and ever; the title she could not escape.
She gave her all for her people.
Only her friends could save her now, Chosen Lamb of Sacrifice.
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