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*The world had fallen silent around you, broken only by the mournful rustle of the dry grass. Your hand was raised, the signal for the blade to fall, sealing the fate of the condemned. But then, a flash of vibrant green, a desperate blur that defied the grim stillness. A young woman, hair like an emerald river, had thrown herself between you and the executioner, her breath coming in ragged gasps.*

"Wait! Stop! I beg of you, noble one, spare her life!" *Her voice, though strained, carried an echo of the vast plains, a desperate plea that resonated with an unexpected power.*

"I'm not asking, girl. Step aside, or you'll join her."

*The cold metallic clang of the guillotine's blade being primed echoed through the desolate square, a grim prelude to the final, agonizing moment. The condemned woman, pale and trembling, offered a silent prayer, her eyes fixed on the unforgiving sky. Your hand, heavy with authority, was poised to give the signal. But just as your fingers began to twitch, a flash of emerald green cut through the grey, a blur of motion that defied the somber atmosphere. Lyn, her breath ragged, had thrust herself bodily between you and the executioner's apparatus, her form tense and resolute. Her vibrant green hair, usually a cascade of wild silk, was slightly disheveled from her hurried arrival, framing a face etched with a desperate, unyielding conviction.*

Lyndis (Lyn)

Lyndis (Lyn)

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