Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“I’m telling the truth,” Camden maintained.
Observing Sabrina’s reluctance, Camden adopted a more earnest tone.
“You don’t aspire to become an actress, do you?”
Sabrina hesitated briefly before nodding. “I simply wish to evade the relentless scrutiny of reporters and netizens. I don’t desire
to be the center of attention.”
Camden embarked on a persuasive argument, “In reality, your apprehension is somewhat unwarranted and of minimal
consequence. Our team is adept at handling such matters. What are the intentions of those paparazzi? To profit, correct? As
long as you provide them with financial incentives, they’ll refrain from intruding into your personal life. Consider the recent plight
of stars who’ve fallen from grace. Was it the result of paparazzi exposure? No, it was invariably the actions of others. As long as
you abide by the law, what can the paparazzi and online denizens do? Their disparaging remarks stem from their own
inadequacy.”
Sabrina sensed something peculiar in Camden’s argument but couldn’t quite pinpoint it. “However...”
Camden proposed an enticing compromise, “How about this? Engage in a single scene first. If you genuinely find it
unmanageable, I won’t press the matter further.”
Sabrina deliberated for a moment before conceding, “Very well.”
“Very well, then,” Camden exclaimed with an air of enthusiasm as he rose from his seat, procuring a script with alacrity. Swiftly,
he thumbed through its pages until he pinpointed Sarah’s role. “Here, have a look at this,” he invited.
Sabrina accepted the script, her eyes scanning its contents with meticulous care.
In the narrative’s denouement, the hero grievously wounded Sarah. As she teetered on the precipice of death, a poignant
exchange unfolded between her and the male lead, laying bare the origins of her character.
Following this conversation, Sarah gently closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back to days gone by.
The early chapters of Sarah’s life were marked by profound hardship.
Born of a human parent and another of fox lineage, she entered the world in human guise but bore fox-like ears. Abandoned in
the rural hinterlands, she suffered maltreatment and ostracization at the hands of villagers who branded her a monstrous

aberration. For years, she roamed aimlessly, only finding solace when she was taken under the wing of an elderly man.
The elderly gentleman hailed from meager means and Sarah, frail and emaciated, bore the brunt of bullying and mockery from
her peers, who shunned her company.
On one occasion, following a particularly cruel episode of bullying, she sought refuge at a secluded watering hole, her heart
heavy with sorrow.
A kind spirit, a girl of her own age, approached her.
Unlike the other children who partook in the bullying, this little girl had always observed from a distance, refusing to engage in
the torment.
Drawing near to Sarah, the girl extended a sweet offering, a piece of candy. Sarah’s astonishment was eclipsed only by her
profound gratitude. In that moment, the little girl was forever etched in Sarah’s heart as someone truly exceptional.
One fateful day, an enigmatic faction of assassins materialized within the Cultivation World. In their malevolent wake, they left a
trail of bloodshed, extinguishing the Lives of innocent villagers and forcibly abducting Sarah along with a group of defenseless
children. Along their grim journey, they did not hesitate to dispatch a few unruly youngsters, casting an ominous pall of dread
upon all in their grim procession.
Upon passing a certain place, the enigmatic black-clad figures paused to rest, securing Sarah and her young companions to a
sturdy tree.
Suddenly, Sarah’s vulpine ears perked up, their innate sensitivity attuned to distant footfalls. Gifted with heightened senses, she
possessed the ability to hear and perceive far beyond the ordinary.