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𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 about 15 years old.

𝘞𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘪𝘺𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘯𝘦𝘻𝘩𝘯𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥.

"Be nice, Principessa." My father demanded me.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳-𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴..." 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.

"𝘈𝘫𝘢𝘹." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.

𝘈𝘫𝘢𝘹... 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥... "𝘠/𝘕. 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

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There are some memories missing here but the next thing I remembered was...

"𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳!"

We were ambushed by the Tsaritsa watchdogs, the Fatui, just before we reached Fontaine. My father ran a little ahead when out of nowhere a blade stuck between his ribs, the next moment a black-clad Fatui agent appeared in front of him.

"𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰!" 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥.

My father yelled  "Tortellini" or something like that as he fell to the ground, then Ajax grabbed me and my mother by the arms and stormed off. I'm still wondering what that had to do with food...

"𝘕𝘰! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥!"

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From here everything blurs again....

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