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Mira Mallored pulls her hood far over her head, and slings a backpack over her back. She is very young, maybe only seven or eight. Trollsbane was the closest place she had had to a home, but she was used to moving from place to place. Usually she moved because her families rejected her. She had been a sick child, and no one had been able to care for her. Her last parents had left her in trollsbane to live one her own. This time is was her choice to move though. She was tired of being something for everyone to watch. The town used to be such a wonderful place to her with so many people to care about, but now it was dead for her. Allura who she had been closest to was so different now, and Nicholas who had cared for her had disapeared without saying goodbye. There were other people like Marie and Ariele who she had really liked, but the town was to dangerous for a child. She would go to the only place she knew. A home for girls just like her with no parents. That way, she would not be any trouble to anyone, and so she set off, looking back one time at trollsbane. Did she miss it? Not really, there was nothing here for her anymore.