Fruition of dominion

Cierzo's heart fluttered nervously as she observed her keeper from the safety of the underbrush. Her eyes, once vibrant, now dulled by the pain of her brother's death she still felt was a dream within a nightmare. She was a shattered spirit. She had been broken, and the pieces still lay scattered within her. Yet, she understood that obedience did not require happiness or wholeness.

The insignificant girl remained crouched low, her slender frame hidden amidst the foliage, clinging to the sole directive her brother had entrusted to her: to survive.

Even if it meant being used.

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