Flacara shook her fiery red hair away from her face. Today was supposed to be the one day that who she was, and what she did, didn't matter. Today it was supposed to be about love and it ended in lost lives and a sea of blood. She clutched the flowers to her chest. They were the last gift from her fiance that she would ever recieve. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain but the image of his lifeless body, blody tunic and lost forever eyes filled her mind.
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