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Sophie Foster stared at the scroll in her hand. She had belittled it for a long time, pushing it away. She had deemed this scroll as not fateful. But it was important. It was a significant part of her life; a part of her future.

Biana had told her in so many alluding ways. She should have realized it. The gifts. The treats. Everything.

And now, her friends were vociferous. 

There was no going back now.

(Word Count: 77 words)