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The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

If I ever found out who he was, I'd confront him directly and make sure he realized just how badly he’d messed up. I couldn't help but think in a twisted way, his rejection was, in a way, a blessing. It gave me the opportunity to have someone so sweet and delicate by my side. Ember was fragile, so soft that even the slightest prick could bring her pain. If that insensitive fool had taken her in, would he have genuinely cared for her? She deserved love, warmth, and sunshine. Without it, she would fade away, and the thought of that sent a chill through me.

The more she learned, the worse it seemed. “It is elegant,” she admitted one night. “Whoever created this knew exactly what they were doing. They wanted to erase us without killing us.” Three months later, half a million people were infected. Then Ember caught the plague. She woke one morning confused and frightened. “Who am I?” she asked the attendants. “You are Ember. Leader of Sanctuary.” “I do not remember that.” The attendants tried explaining her life, her achievements, her beliefs. But Ember looked at them with suspicion.

I found it highly interesting, almost amusing, that Ember’s city best friend was sharing the exact same name as the broken factory worker I had left behind in the dirt. Before I could even formulate a response or change into a fresh shirt, Ember was already moving. She grabbed my wrist with a fierce, unyielding grip, her golden eyes flashing with pure excitement as she began pulling me down the long, carpeted hallway of the residential wing, taking me directly toward Amaris’s room. When we finally got to Amaris’s door, Ember didn't hesitate. She knocked sharply against the heavy mahogany wood, calling out into the quiet space. “Ama! Open up, I have someone you need to meet right now!”

Her name was Ember, and she had traveled from the burned lands in the far south, where the gold flowers grew through the ash. "The watcher called me," Ember said, standing at the garden gate. "It said there was healing here for me." Mira studied with her. There was a rawness in Ember's gaze, a grief that had not yet found its shape. The watcher had called her, yes—but not to teach. To be held. "What healing do you seek?" Mira asked. Ember's voice was steady, but her hands trembled. "I was a child when the fire came. My family died. My village burned. The gold flowers grew through the ashes, and the watcher showed me this place. It said I would find rest here."

“Please come in and have some tea.” Sister Mila escorted her inside the building and brought her straight to the visiting area where she immediately served Ember tea after she sat down. “Thank you.” Ember picked the cup and took a sip, enjoying the warmth it brought to her body. Ember's eyes shifted to Sister Mila and noticed her watching her with a smile. “My bad, I forgot to introduce myself.” Ember's cheeks flushed. “I'm Ember Heart,” She began by introducing herself. “I came to the city to attend a wedding and decided to pay the orphanage a visit while I'm here.”

"You are just a kind-hearted lady, how come I don't see that in the beginning?" "Maybe because you were a bit blind? It's normal for people who have a penchant for mischief. I will not repeat myself, darling. If you try to make me angry, I will show you the other side of me which not many people are privy to." Ember smiled and walked out of her room. As she headed downstairs, Ellie ended the call and smiled as she had it on record now. "Dad, did you hear what she just said?" "That she can make you disappear and a lot of mean stuff?"

She nods, “I'm not angry, I just feel she should've at least told me she'll be away. Anyway, thank you.” I answered with a nod, going back to my car, I also heard the sounds of the door closing. Ember isn't anywhere in Arizona, so there's only one place I'm certain she would be, and that's Florida.

he said to himself, adjusting his hair before zooming off, still feeling the emptiness and heaviness in his heart. ***** “Aren’t you rushing this traveling stuff, Cal? You’re making me cry already,” Emily called, clinging tightly to her friend, her head resting on her shoulder. “We still have thirty more minutes to be all lovey-dovey,” Calista said, holding her and smiling as she watched the time with keen interest. “Thank you for all you do, Emily. I somehow wish you were coming with me.” “You don’t mean that, do you?” Willie chipped in defensively. “You want her to leave everything here and follow you to a destination we really don’t know what’s in store for us? That sucks.”

Sunlight fell across the colorful landscape of Cascade Valley. Though traces of the pain from Cora's divorce still lingered in her eyes, what dominated was her anticipation for a new life. Having just ended her failed marriage, Cora set foot on this land full of mystery and tranquility. Upon arriving in Rosewood, a city known for its year-round mild weather and abundant gardens, she was greeted by warm sunshine and vibrant flowers. She strolled through the streets and alleys. A gentle breeze brushed her hair. Colorful flowers swayed gracefully along the roadside.