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“It is important to remember where we came from, little ones,” Old Max started, looking around at the group of Nox and Felis that surrounded him. Jarek sat at the back, in the shadows, feeling more comfortable there because he really was too old to keep going to the Long Night storytelling, but he wanted to keep reminding himself of home and Old Max could conjure the memories better than Jarek. “You are all lucky, because you have never known the fear of our home worlds, but those who were brought here by the magic of the door will never forget. They could tell you stories themselves of what they lived through if it wasn’t too hard for them to remember the life they once led. When we were there we never believed that we would ever be free of the hunters. Nox Gadael were hunted for their magic, horns stolen so they could have our magic, while the Alati Felis were being systematically exterminated, due to a story that was once told of the deadly Felis beast.

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When I took on the job of being a guide I didn’t realise how difficult it would be. Every time I meet a new arrival I deal with the same emotions I felt when I first stepped through the door and the first time I thought it was a job I couldn’t do, no matter how much I wanted to. My first new arrival was crying when I stepped into the hallway they’d found themselves in, which was something I’d managed to stop myself from doing, even though it had been hard to force that urge away, because at that point I had no idea what had happened to me. All I knew was that I had been going to step into my bedroom, after having dinner with my parents and three younger siblings, to see if there was anything left I wanted to take to the flat that hadn’t yet started feeling like home.

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Going home seemed like a mistake. Joel didn’t want to deal with the lecture he knew he was going to get. He was never going to be his brother, but that’s all his parents wanted him to be, because his brother was the good son, the son who didn’t keep getting in trouble, the son who wasn’t going to end up in prison if he wasn’t careful. There had never been a time when Joel believed his parents accepted him for who he was, mistakes and all, as they’d wanted a daughter, not another son, but there he was, the son who was never going to be a daughter. Sighing, he reached into his pocket for his keys, knowing he really didn’t have another choice. If he didn’t get some sleep soon he was going to pass out and the only place he felt comfortable sleeping was his own room, with his door locked.

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I should have stepped into English. Even though I’d chosen it I wasn’t enjoying the class due to the lecturer, but I wasn’t going to stop in the middle of the year no matter how unhappy I was. The one thing I’d never been was a quitter and I was going to stick with it, no matter how much I hated the woman I was learning from or the book we were reading – yet it was a choice that was taken away from me that day, when I went from the hallway in college to another hallway that looked like it was in a block of flats. When I think back to what happened I can’t help wondering why the door chose me. What made it think that I was the right person for Taithmarin? Especially as it took me such a long time to get used to the world I found myself on, but that’s me getting ahead of myself.

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There were stories of Alati Felis who had found their way to another world. Jarl had heard them, but he didn’t believe them. Why would he? It was a world that was supposed to be safe from the hunters who had blighted his life from the time he was a kitten. After everything he’d been through the existence of that world seemed impossible, although there was a part of him that hoped it might be real, that he might find his way there, so he would be safe. He didn’t know what safe would be like, as he’d never been safe, but it sounded nice, like something he’d always wanted and just didn’t know before. Yet he doubted that it could ever happen to him, when he doubted that it was possible, because they would affect whether he was one of the lucky few who got picked.

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All Einar could do was run. It was all any Alati Felis could do when they realised they’d made a mistake and hope that they would live to see another day. There were many that didn’t. He had known some of them, meeting them during his travels only to find out that they had made a fatal mistake from someone who had also met them. It didn’t help to think about them, to remember those who were lost when he might end up being one of them, but he couldn’t stop himself, and it almost seemed to help him run faster.

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There had been a hunter. Nerys was certain of that. Otherwise she wouldn’t have been running for her life and that was what she had been doing. What she couldn’t work out was how she’d got from the woods she was running through, terrified that he would catch up with her, into a building she didn’t recognise. Carefully she took a couple of steps forward, wincing because the run had, unsurprisingly, hurt her paws, looking to make certain that the hunter hadn’t followed her. She didn’t think he had, but that didn’t mean she was right, because she hadn’t thought there was a hunter there in the first place. He’d come from nowhere, although being in the woods hadn’t been the best idea she’d ever have. It was just that her group was getting low on food and the only place she’d be certain she’d be able to find something for them was the very place she shouldn’t have gone.

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Running, running, running… that’s what I remember doing before I found the door. A hunter had found the cave my pack was sheltering in and we’d had just enough warning to be able to escape. We all went in different directions, hoping that it would confuse the hunter enough that he wouldn’t come after any of us. I know he wasn’t behind me, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t chasing one of my pack mates, although I hoped he wasn’t. Especially when I nearly ran into a wall that I knew wouldn’t have been there if I was still on my world, but I wasn’t on my world, and I realised that quickly when I scented the air. I could smell something other. Something I had never smelt before and that was unusual. Knowing how everything smelt was a necessity, otherwise you might find yourself in danger.

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It was early. Arden was woken by someone shaking his shoulder and that told him it was time for him to take over. Every Nox in their group took a turn at watching over the others, especially during the sleeping hours, because they were never safe. The hunters could find them at any point, so he shook himself away before making his way over to the entrance of the cave they shared. Pure luck had brought him to the group, who had welcomed him in a way that many groups wouldn’t have, and he was grateful to them for everything they’d done, as he’d been closer to death than he thought before he met them.

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