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Adoria: I broke down screaming like I never had in my life, but no sound was made. I could feel the tears running down my face, but this place was so dark that I couldn’t even see my hand reaching up to wipe those tears away. My mother went into that battle as a clone of herself but couldn’t be bothered to tell me. She didn’t care that she left me weaponless like a sitting duck when she shimmered back to her human form, and she didn’t shimmer back into battle once her clone was nothing more than a pile of dust at my feet. She had abandoned me. Had that been her plan all along? Had she used me in her sick twisted schemes in an attempt to gain more power for herself? She got every person with any right to the throne in one place in a battle to the death and then she skipped out like a p***