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Kalmia grew up in the slums. Her father helped on the fields when they needed an extra hand and her mother stayed at home with her, trying to teach her the bit of knowledge she had. She was eight when a plague hit her village, people died fast and one day her dad came home with symptoms. It didn't take long for her mother and her to catch it too. They were locked inside their home and nobody even dared to come close to them. Only a few family friends brought them food when they had some to spare. Her parents would always give her the biggest share and really cared for her. Sadly her already weak mother succumbed to the illness and her father followed not long after. She was left alone and thought she would die soon but fate had another plan and she miraculously survived. After weeks of not setting a foot outside, she was shocked by what she saw. The village was dead. Homes where abandoned some even burned down. Only a few people walked the streets. Most of them half dead, some

Born into a small but well known noble family she was always treated good by people around her. Loved by her mother but slightly frowned upon by her father because he wanted a son that could lead the family. She grew up spoiled and adored as she was one of the prettiest and feminine noble daughters around. She had many jealous eyes on her from other noble ladies and even some men who knew they couldn't approach her, as she was known for her high standards and hard rejections if one dared to make a move on her. Her younger brother Joshua Paul van Atterton was born 4 years after her. Even though they were technically competing for the family heritage, they never had a bad relationship. Alura loved her brother, maybe even more than she loved her parents. Joshua was treated as a miracle by her father because he was rather old and many doctors said even getting Alura wasn't possible. Her mother was more than two decades younger than her father and married into the noble circles. Maybe

I can't hold on anymore My hands are burning My heart is hurting My mind is screaming. I don't want to let go. I don't want to stop, not now. I feel like I am so close Even though I am miles away I can't give up I can't hold on I just want you to give me an answer; to a question I am afraid to ask. So I am sitting here Thinking that I don't even deserve to cry because I am hurting myself. I know you are done. I know I should turn and run but why do I feel so happy: Hearing your voice, compliments and whispers. I tell myself: It's gonna be fine. It's supposed to hurt. It's okay. It's a lie. But I am holding on Becau