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Gloved hands seized her arms and pulled them down as she desperately attempted to grab the rough rag over her face and yank it away. Fear raced through her, a strange numbness spreading in her limbs. With all her might she tried to gather her strength to call for help but only managed a faint whimper.
"Don't be afraid. We're not here to hurt you," a deeper voice than the first whispered close to her face as the one to whom it belonged to let go of her now-unresponsive arms. The rag was gently pulled away from her face.
"We need to verify things before we go any further."
Something was set on the bed close to her head. La'tiera heard a faint creaking noise and then a small shaft of light fell over her. At the edge of her tilted vision, she saw a gloved hand reach toward her chest and the medallion resting there. She could do nothing to stop it, nothing to prevent them from revealing the secret her uncle tried so hard to hide.
Panic and fear filled with utter helplessness made her dizzy. She knew what would be done with her, she knew what they planned. But there was nothing she could do to stop any of it.
Sharp gasps echoed in her ears as she felt the room's cold air caress the Eye.
"You were right. She is the one."