# Aftermath - Opportunity

Author: SrA havenofimage
Tags: Guns, Hare, Memories, Otter, Snow Leopard, Story Series, sports

#3 of Aftermath

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"Hello?&nbsp; May I speak to Mr. Eryn Snow?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "This is him."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Good afternoon sir.&nbsp; My name is Larry Grantham.&nbsp; I'm the president of the National Athletic Federation.&nbsp; We had scouts at nationals and I would like to talk to you about one of your team members."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Really!&nbsp; Who?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It was your senior, Ryan Anderson.&nbsp; If he is interested, we'd like to invite him to shoot for the national team.&nbsp; We're not allowed to make initial contact with athletes so do you think you could inform him for us?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Definitely sir.&nbsp; I'll let him know."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Thank you Mr. Snow.&nbsp; I hope to be in contact with you soon."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The phone clicked off.&nbsp; I was still astonished that they were recruiting Ryan for the national team.&nbsp; I needed to call him.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ryan, this is coach Eryn."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What is it coach?&nbsp; Was there a problem with my final project?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No, it's nothing like that.&nbsp; Do you think you can come down to the shop later today?&nbsp; I have a bit of good news you may be interested in, but I'd rather tell you in person."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sure thing coach.&nbsp; I'll see you around one if that's alright."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I hung up the phone and grabbed my keys.&nbsp; I had just been preparing to leave when the phone had rang.&nbsp; I pulled myself into the car and drove to my small shop in town.&nbsp; As always, my assistant Jason, a chipmunk, had opened the shop.&nbsp; I usual didn't arrive until around eleven but I knew I could count on him to get the doors unlocked by nine.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ah, Eryn, good thing you arrived.&nbsp; A new shipment just came in and they need you to sign for it personally."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Alright."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I wheeled through the store room where the double garage doors were open and a delivery truck sat pulled up to them.&nbsp; An older greyhound leaned against the side of the truck smoking.&nbsp; He turned to me and spoke with the cigarette protruding from between his lips.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You Eryn Snow?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sign here please."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He handed me a small data pad.&nbsp; I took the stylus and signed my name on the line before handing the pad back to him.&nbsp; He patted a stack of five crates that were on the ground just outside.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "They're all yours."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He climbed into the truck and drove off.&nbsp; I inspected the large, secure, boxes.&nbsp; I had been expecting a small delivery, but no more than two, maybe three packages.&nbsp; I opened the crates one by one to inspect their contents.&nbsp; The first two held my order.&nbsp; When I opened the third, I found the top covered with packing paper with a note sitting on it.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hey Eryn, if you've got everything handled here, I'm going to go run some errands."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sure Jason.&nbsp; I'll be fine."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I picked up the note and read over it.

Dear Valued Customer Eryn Snow,

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Due to your continued and loyal business with us, I wish to give you a small gift as a token of my thanks and an offering for future business relationships.&nbsp; The contents of these boxes are concept pieces and have not been put into production.&nbsp; These are for your personal collection which I here is quite exquisite and hope to see some day.&nbsp; In the mean time, I hope these will augment its impressive contents.&nbsp; My only request is that you do not sell, or display these to the general public as I do not wish for my designs to be viewed by just anyone.&nbsp; I hope you understand.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dr. Trace Easterling

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; CEO, Easterling Quakenbush Defense Solutions

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I set the note aside and pulled back the paper.&nbsp; Of all the things I could have imagined being in this crate, I had never guessed this.&nbsp; It contained a beautiful sniper rifle.&nbsp; I lifted it gingerly from its protective housing and inspected every inch of it, admiring the metal and composite surfaces.&nbsp; It wasn't so much a weapon as a piece of art.&nbsp; Strangely enough, it felt and looked familiar, as if I had seen it and shot it somewhere else.&nbsp; That couldn't be the case though.&nbsp; I would have remembered ever handling a rifle like this.&nbsp; I looked down the scope, the pistol grip fitting my paw perfectly and my cheek resting against the perfect position on the spot weld.&nbsp; The balance made it easy to handle and I held it perfectly steady in one hand.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I read an engraving on the stock near the bolt.&nbsp; KH Custom VSR.&nbsp; I lifted the layer the rifle had been sitting in.&nbsp; Beneath it in rows were barrels, stock pieces, but plates, scopes, muzzle breaks and suppressors, bolts, chambers, what looked like a set up to make the rifle semiautomatic, and rail sensors.&nbsp; It looked like everything on this rifle was interchangeable down to the last screw.&nbsp; I had never seen anything like this before, not even in the military reports I read to keep an eye on upcoming technology that may be civilianized.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As I looked down the barrel of the rifle, a series of images flashed through my mind.&nbsp; I was lying on the ground at a training range shooting a target far down range.&nbsp; I swiveled in a tower tracking a moving target during a drill.&nbsp; I scoped in on the black haired head of an arctic fox.&nbsp; I squeezed the trigger and he collapse, the window in front of him splattered with blood.&nbsp; My cross hairs sat on the head of a black eagle with a line of red feathers on his back.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I opened my eyes and looked around.&nbsp; I was sitting in the door to my shop's store room and I had a pounding head ache.&nbsp; I placed everything carefully back into the box and closed the lid.&nbsp; I opened the second box.&nbsp; It contained an advanced looking bullpup carbine with some variable equipment for it.&nbsp; This one, the SAT 5, I knew was in limited use by military special forces.&nbsp; Next to this in the box however was a pair of strange looking sub machine guns.&nbsp; These were tagged as a C Series SMG.&nbsp; No idea what that was all about.&nbsp; Interesting design though.&nbsp; They were mirrors of each other and used an advanced horizontal feed system.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I finally opened the last box.&nbsp; This one was much heavier and seemed to be made from a stronger material.&nbsp; When I opened it I found out why.&nbsp; The crate was loaded to the brim with ammunition that must be special for all of these weapons.&nbsp; I pulled out a box a random and extracted a ten centimeter long round for the sniper rifle.&nbsp; Turning it over, I read the stamp on the bottom.&nbsp; EQ 107 .343 cal.&nbsp; The door signal for the shop buzzed taking me away from my inspection.&nbsp; I put everything away carefully and locked the crates before turning and heading back to the shop's interior.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ryan was standing there looking over a rack of target and biathlon rifles.&nbsp; He turned to me and pointed at a pair of rifles.&nbsp; They were colored differently but other than that identical.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "These the new eighty o twos?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sure are.&nbsp; I used out grant money to help purchase a set for the A squad next year.&nbsp; The B team will get the old eight thousands."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Lucky bastards.&nbsp; I wish I got a chance to shoot them next season."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I suspect you'll get a chance to shoot better than these next season."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What are you talking about?&nbsp; These are top of the line.&nbsp; To get better you'd have to almost go custom.&nbsp; There's no way my college team will be able to afford that, and I know I can't."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Perhaps not, but the national team could."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I got a call this morning form a certain Larry Grantham, president of The National Athletic Federation.&nbsp; He was looking at recruiting you for the national team."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ryan stared at me, speechless.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "If you're interested, I've made arrangements for bus tickets for the two of us.&nbsp; They want to talk to you down in Raleigh where the National World Games training center is.&nbsp; What do you think?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What do I think?&nbsp; Of course I'll go.&nbsp; I can't believe they want me to try out for the national team.&nbsp; Most of those shooters are ex military snipers.&nbsp; When do we go?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Tomorrow."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Awesome.&nbsp; I'm going to run home to pack!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I smiled as he ran out.&nbsp; I knew how he felt.&nbsp; After high school, I had been offered a position on the national biathlon team, but I had turned it down for... for what?&nbsp; I couldn't remember.&nbsp; As I thought that, I became surprised that I could even remember something from my high school years.&nbsp; This had to be a first as far as I knew.&nbsp; As hard as I tried though, I couldn't remember anything else.&nbsp; On top of that, the strain had turned my head ache into a migraine.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The next day Ryan and I caught the buss out of the mountains.&nbsp; Strictly speaking, I didn't need to go, but we both felt it would be better if I was there for guidance and reference.&nbsp; The ride took slightly over two hours.&nbsp; I would have driven myself, but with my condition, it was illegal for me to have passengers, and there was no reason for Ryan to put the miles on his car.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When we arrived, I told the receptionist at the visitor's center that we were here for a meeting with Mr. Grantham.&nbsp; The doe got up and walked to a back room.&nbsp; She returned and informed us he would be right out.&nbsp; Fifteen minutes later, a black panther stepped in through the large entry doors.&nbsp; He walked up to us.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ah, Mr. Snow, glad to meet you in person.&nbsp; I'm Larry Grantham."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He extended his paw to me.&nbsp; I grasped it firmly.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Nice to meet you sir."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And you must be Ryan."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They shook as well.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Thank you for considering me sir."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He lead us to a conference room where he and the head coach of the marksmanship team, a dingo, talked about the commitment, schedules, sacrifices, and rewards of joining the team.&nbsp; I listened to all the chatter.&nbsp; After two hours of talking, Larry took Ryan on a full tour of all the training facilities, leaving the dingo in the room with me.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sorry, I don't think we were introduced, I'm Tristan."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'm Eryn."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I know, I saw you at nationals.&nbsp; That's quite the squad you've got."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; I'm very proud of them."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You should be.&nbsp; You've done a good job coaching them."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I may have done some but, you know, you can't teach a def rabbit to hear."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, I'm sure you did more than you're giving yourself credit for.&nbsp; Even the sharpest eyed eagle needs to be taught what to look for.&nbsp; I have an idea of what to look for too.&nbsp; Just out of curiosity, would you be at all interested in a coaching position?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I've got a pretty good position where I'm at, and I'd hate to desert my team back home, but if the chance arose, I'd have to consider it.&nbsp; In high school I was offered a slot for the national biathlon team and turned it down.&nbsp; Can't really remember why, it was all before the accident, but I'd hate to make the same mistake twice."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Indeed, well, I'll keep you in mind.&nbsp; By the way, do you want to look around a bit?&nbsp; You don't need an escort, but I could give you a trainer pass and you could give yourself a private, back scene tour."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'd like that."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He handed me a white card key.&nbsp; We said our farewells and he went one way, and I went the other.&nbsp; I rolled through the halls for half an hour.&nbsp; I watched a martial arts practice, looked at the fencing mats, inspected the shooting range and looked into the racquet ball courts.&nbsp; I made my way down to the massive pool and diving center.&nbsp; I watched through a large glass window below water level as swimmers propelled themselves back and forth across the expanse.&nbsp; Finally I decided it was probably time to go back and meet up with Ryan.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As I passed a door marked athletes only, a slim, red haired, otter walked out and turned down the hall going the opposite direction as me.&nbsp; I moved my chair over to get out of her way, but other than that didn't take much notice of the stranger.&nbsp; I was about to open the door leading to the main hallway when someone shouted out from the far end of the corridor.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Kirian!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I opened the doors and rolled though.&nbsp; The sound of running footfalls filled the hall behind me.&nbsp; The doors swung shut and almost as soon burst back open.&nbsp; Startled by the noise I wheeled around.&nbsp; I saw the same otter I had passed in the hall.&nbsp; Why did she look so familiar?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Kirian?&nbsp; By the gods, it is you!&nbsp; I knew you hadn't died eight years ago like they said!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She ran up and flung her arms around me.&nbsp; I rolled backwards and pushed her off.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Whoa lady!&nbsp; I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not that person.&nbsp; My name's Eryn and nobody said I had died."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She looked at me, sadness filling her expression.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh Kirian, what have they done to you?"

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