Lost and Alone

[Nox]

The girls didn't have much. A blanket to share and Morgan had a ragged plush rabbit that had seen better days. It was Makenzie's rabbit, but Morgan's elephant burned in the fires. It was almost as bad as losing their parents -- almost. They slipped around a woman wearing a frolicky dress and wide brimmed hat and snatched a can of whatever food good was at hand before making their way through a crack in the wall behind a pew. The church was in shambles, it was sturdy and under repair, but it was like most things that they had lived in during their short lives.

Neither of the girls remembered when they lived in a proper house. They were three when the government took their home. And they were five when their dad lost their car in some gambling debt. He was the reason they had no money. Or at least that was what mom always yelled at him. Now they were both dead. Burned by the scum of the earth and the Ascendancy himself. Dead and eaten. Burnt by the hands of spiteful men and power hungry gods. Makenzie hated them. She burned with a rage so hot she wished she could shoot fire from her hands and burn them all to the ground.

"Kenz, you're hurting my hand." Morgan pulled her hand from Makenzie's grip.

"I'm sorry, Morgs. So sorry."