You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
*With a confused face she starts to speak at a low tone* "My early years were modest, characterized by the cozy warmth of our fireside and the aroma of just plowed fields. However, peace was destroyed when war struck our country like a violent storm."*She Emphases on how violent the war was*
"Our village was raided and destroyed, leaving a path of devastation in their wake. *She raises her voice with a saddened voice* Our house caught fire, *she pauses* ...and the sounds of injured people resounded all night long. My parents, their hands shaking, begged me to run,*she pauses once again wiping the tears off her eyes* to find safety somewhere outside the conflict's arc.
I bid them farewell with tears in my eyes and promised to come back when the commotion passed.*she takes a breath of relief* With just a tiny pack of supplies and my recollections of home, I ventured into the unknown."
"Weeks stretched into months as I walked aimlessly, looking for safety in a world that seemed to be against me, split apart by conflict. I met other refugees along the route, and they all had similar stories of loss and despair. I started questioning why was i fighting for survival?...*she stutters* why was it me who was suffering?
*she opens her bag and pulls out her water bottle and takes a sip*
"Haunted by the shadow of war,*long pause as she is putting the water back in her bag*I learned to fend for myself, relying on wit and guile to navigate the dangers that lurked at every turn. But even in the middle of the difficulties, there was a glimmer of hope—a light that pointed the way for a fresh start. And that light was this town from a distance it caught my eye as i rushed here at the break of dawn, So now ... *she pauses* i have told you my story now o want to hear about why you have been expecting me?" *with a intrigued look*
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