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“If everything you told me before is true, then meeting your own people was when things truly turned into hell, was it not?” Arkemis asked Ketal.
In the past, Ketal had spoken to Arkemis about his life in the White Snowfield. He had told her that the real hell did not begin when he first arrived in that frozen land. It began when he met those who shared his form, the barbarians.
“It was,” he said, giving a crooked smile.
The first time he met a barbarian, he had been overjoyed. The figure that stomped through the blizzard toward him was not one of the twisted creatures he had been fighting until then. It was a person—a human, just like him. It was someone he could speak to. He had planned to ask where this place was, what kind of world it belonged to, and, most importantly, how to escape it.
“What are you?” the barbarian asked him, frowning.
The words that left the barbarian’s mouth were not from Earth. It was a language Ketal had never studied, never even heard. Yet the moment he heard it, his body understood. As if his flesh remembered something his mind had never known, he grasped every word and could respond without effort.
Haltingly, he opened his mouth.
“I am…” He reached for his name, and it came naturally. “I am Ketal.”
“Ketal?” The barbarian’s expression said he had never heard such a name before. There was a hint of curiosity there, but also wariness.
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