CLAWS OF FATE
They had taken Papa from us and now they wanted to take our home too.
Mama's desperate pleas did not help apparently because in just a few minutes, we were being escorted roughly to gather our things.
Whispers followed us through the halls like poison—murderer's daughter, tainted blood, cursed child. Every face that had once smiled warmly at me now turned away in disgust.
Zephyr stood at his bedroom window as we were loaded into the exile cart. I pressed my face to the glass, hoping—praying—he would look at me. That he would remember our friendship, our promises, our secret place by the lake where we said we would be friends forever.
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