She was thrown from a building, like a mere doll. She wasn’t conscious, most likely drugged. She fell like a rock, and sunk into despair. He watched the evil cult grab her body. She was an innocent princess from a long-forgotten tribe. He felt sorry for her; being a native princess and not knowing much English…she was a bumper sticker for ignorance.
The cult hated her because she was the last part of the line. Her family had ruled the amazon for hundreds of years. She was the last child. Her entire family had been murdered.
He watched her walk through the city streets, unaware of those horrible people who were watching her and plotting her doom. She was so innocent and at the same time, so strong. She was quiet, and at the same time…vocal.
She had no clue what was going on…
The man was Russell Circs. He was an agent assigned to protect her. He was a part of a religious group that sought to help the Amazon tribe retain their peace.
The whole world wanted to change them…but his group wanted to save them.
The princess’s name was Leanne. It wasn’t a tribal name, of course…she had been given that name when she assimilated into society. She still wore a long flowing sienna colored dress that came from the tribe.
She wasn’t naïve; not in the slightest bit.
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