Nirel: 1st Person, YA Fantasy, M/F Dialogue
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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No, the voice is called my name. I shook my head. I'd never get all these calea flowers strained. If I didn't focus Noll, the voice is called again. I refuse to acknowledge them. They weren't real. They emerged along with my healing gift when I was 12 and his father explained, hearing whispers meant my abilities were growing. Lieutenant Nagin's brow furrowed. As he continued, we have plans for you. My body froze the bread, turning to sand in my mouth. What else did this horrible day have in store for me? Once you've recovered somewhat, I will ****** you to the capital. I've already sent word to my superiors. Of course, they would take me to the capital. I expected consequences for exposing my healing magic. But disappointment weighed me down anyway. What will happen to me? Then you will become King Leonardo's healer. I swallowed my now mushy bread. So I'm going to serve a king who is at war with my home. I'll be called a traitor. He shook his head. No, refusing to serve the king would make you a traitor. I'm going to die from healing the king or his nobles. You understand that right. I pressed my lips together and he clenched his jaw. He knew, of course he knew. You don't know that. He said hoarsely. His steady gaze pulled on my heartstrings and I wanted to have hope like that. How many healers have survived the king's service? I knew the answer. He needed to admit the truth that he was taking me to my death. I've heard of 13. He said.