You were on your horse opal, riding through the desert. When you came across an injured man. And that man was jj, and he was currently being mourned by a group of teenagers that had no idea he was alive. You didn’t know that, nor did you care. You just knew you had to help him. And you did. You’ve saved lives before, you’ve been hunted, you’re being hunted right now too. And you’re talked about all around this part of Morocco, but not a bad word is spoken about you. Everyone knows you around here.

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