Males happily strolled across the courtyard. School had just ended so he had no other reason to be here anyway. Malek thought about the past. The greenery of the courtyard reminded so much about the plains of Europe, almost to much in fact. It saddened him to no end, the clan was gone. Everyone single member killed except him. How was he supposed to recreate a clan by himself? Then he saw it. The white hair of a tall figure walking in the opposite direction of him. Malek couldn't believe it in all honesty. He was dead....wasn't he? All of Malek's siblings purged with the clan. But here one was, at least Malek thought it was. He spoke in a weak tone, already showing he was at the verge of tears. "J........Jakira?"
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