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It's been a few days since the attack. The moment I woke up, we went to a stricter training regime. Every one was on edge because the rogues had been attacking a lot more frequently. At least once a week we had to fend them off, and we were losing people little by little. As much as we all tried, it was impossible to keep the loses to zero. It seemed like they were after something, but nobody knew what. On the bright side, I had several surprises that week. The first being that Dae had sent me more roses when I was passed out. A pale pink, deep pink, and peach rose. Again I had to look up the meanings. The pale pink meant gratitude, the deep pink meant thank you, and the peach meant gratitude and sympathy. I'm taking it that gratitude and thank you were for me agreeing to start over and