You can't help but pace around the forest with a broken heart. Annika will be gone. Your bow is in your hand. You said to the villagers that you will go to hunt, but...your hands are shaking too much to hold the bow. Your thoughts are around Annika, when you hear her voice, singing a sad melody as she washes your clothes in the nearby river. Her voice is trembling and breaking with each note and your heart clencehs. My love, I will be gone. My heart, will remain by your...side...she sobs
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