↳ Mara's parents were born in Marley, but Mara was born within the walls. She knew a lot of things about the world beyond the walls, one of them being that Titan Shifters were at fault for the fall of Wall Maria. The cause of so many deaths, includi...
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Chapter four: Flower-crowns for book boys
Mara's pov:
The sun beamed hot rays despite the cold atmosphere. Exactly six months had passed since the fall of Wall Maria. Half a year.
No one was in the mood for anything, especially anyone at the refugee camp.
I half heartedly glared at the trio of Titan Shifters on the other side of the field, huddled together talking quietly.
Did they even feel the slightest bit of remorse for all the damage they'd caused? Did they even care in the first place?
I wallowed in my sorrow. As I picked flowers in the field to make a flower-crown for Yana, I glared at each one aggressively, secretly hoping it would just shrivel up and die already.
I saw a vibrant mix of purples and blues in my peripheral vision, making me turn to get a better look. I stared at the flower in awe, I'd never seen one like it.
A soft smile spread across my face. When I was seven, I'd gone through a phase of being obsessed with flowers, especially the Perennial Dahlia Bonsai Flower. I'd read about them and seen sketches, but I'd never thought I'd actually see one.
It was beautiful.
I reached out and slid my finger over a smooth petal. I sat down on my knees before it. I wished I could pick it and keep it forever, but it would just die if I did. I sighed, gazing longingly at the flower.
I sighed again, removing my fingers from the stem and shifting away, towards a different patch of flowers. I kept an eye on the flower though, making sure no one damaged it in any way.
I plucked a daisy from the ground and twirled it back and forth between my thumb and forefinger. I placed it in the basket and plucked the next flower.
When I had picked enough flowers, I strolled back to the Perennial Dahlia Bonsai. I sat down next to it gently and placed the basket in front of me. I took the first flower, then the second, third and so on, weaving them together into a flower-crown.
I didn't notice the footsteps approaching until there was a figure standing before me. It was stupid of me, to let down my guard. But I was so lost in thought I couldn't help it.
The figure cleared their throat nervously, making me jump and drop the crown. I frowned down at it with disappointment. There was nothing wrong with it, but I was still annoyed I'd dropped it.
I picked it up carefully, dusting off the dirt with extra precaution. Eventually, I turned to face the person standing in front of me.
"Is there something I could help you with?" I asked curiously. I took in the person, above shoulder length blonde hair, crystal blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence.
