Slowly brought Hazelin her body further. A few days before she was almost killed by a lyde. But she knew to escape from death. This made she hurt her leg. She looked at her injured leg. There were small streams silver blood. That was because she was a Solven. Solven were immortal horses with horns. Gently she tried weight on her injured leg. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in pain. Hopefully, the wound healed quickly. She won't this anymore.
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