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Prologue

Editor: Mrinali Jadhav

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Fire or ice,

She shall rise.
Fight for what is right,

And leave with what is hers.
Kind from core
,
A warrior like never before.

Break what is precious,
Don’t fall under her gracious.


"All hail, Maeve.”

“Princess Maeve, do you think she’ll come?”

A woman six-feet tall standing with her head covered inside a tent in the rocky mountains with a
scar near her right eye looked at her second-in-command, a frail-looking man with deep eyes
covered by round spectacles.
She said once and determined, “Yes, she should and will.”

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Hello I am G. Brinda. Currently pursuing History Hons from Lady Shri Ram college, I am an avid reader and writer, who writes because she has a story to tell and words carry magic. A feminist at heart, I am yet to come out of the rebellious teenage self. A cute and quirky kid with big dreams stuck in a hole called reality. I have a wish list as big as the big bang. I am a woman, who is bold and beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with being confident and daring. The only thing that keeps me sane is by being drunk on writing. My sanity has been doubted many times because I always disappear into the world of imagination. But books and coffee are to be blamed for that.

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