Hearing the drums sound, Amalia's face fills with fear, her face turning pallid like the winter snow. By now, she is old enough to know the drums of war. Someone is coming, and they are coming soon. "[color=powderblue]"No."[/color]" she whispers. "[color=powderblue][i]Please[/i] no.[/color]"

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