There were only two survivors. There had been one hundred in the camp, but even the rain couldn’t stop the flames. They were all dead. Poppy walked down the dirt road, not caring as she stepped in the puddles. Her bare feet were black and she was dressed only in a simple nightgown. Malik walked beside her, keeping his wings pressed against his back. It was the reason they’d been hunted. Faeries were freaks.
“Where do we go?” Poppy asked, shivering.
“I don’t know.”
“But they are all dead!” she cried.
“Poppy, you have to stay calm!” Malik answered, grabbing her shoulders and keeping her still.
“My mom, my dad, and my baby sister…”
Tears ran down Poppy’s cheeks as she gasped, trying to breath evenly.
“I’m sorry.” Malik put his hands on her cheeks. “My family is gone too. But we have to be strong. We have to move on or their deaths will be in vain.”
“I don’t know how –”
“I don’t know either,” Malik interrupted.
After a moment, Poppy managed to compose herself. She took a deep breath and nodded to her best friend.
“I guess I can try,” Poppy whispered.
“Good, that’s a start. We’ll take the rest one step at a time.” Malik released pulled her into a quick embrace. “Do you still have it?”
Poppy smiled as her hand went into her nightgown pocket. Her fingers slowly opened to reveal the beautiful deep blue jewel, shaped like a rain drop and glimmering in the emerging sunlight. The light appeared to make the jewel glow. It cast a blue tint to Poppy’s palm. Malik closed his hand over hers; his grin mirrored.
“So much pain for something so small,” Poppy murmured.
“At least we can use it to find the others. Shall we?”
Poppy took Malik’s hand and walked towards the sunrise. They only had the day to bequeath the night’s horrors as memories.
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