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I remember her, standing alone in the crowd of people, quiet and solemn. Talking to no one nor speaking to officials, she didn't appear to be anything special, just another girl from the city picked for the Gathering, a ceremony held by The Griffs. 

The Griffs. A foolish but powerful group that vowed to keep order and love for our country. They made laws and they made history but we knew that they would never be able to make us, though they were delivering things. Homes that said 'We will shelter you.' Food that said 'We will never let you starve.' Threats that said 'We can take you out as fast as we can put you in.'

A nightmare, a dream. It seems as though this fragment of reality was slipping out of my grasp. I imagined it nonetheless but the thought that it might live in existence, the idea, the reality? Frightening.

But that is not what I remember.

I remember her hair, tied back into a neat ponytail and she had a single lock of hair hanging from her side, covering one of her eyes. Her eyes. They were blue, something written unusual as a rare beauty within our small community. Even from a far I couldn't help but notice how the irises of her eyes lightened the air around her.

I remember her fierceness and her bravery, stepping up to volunteer for the sick child that was chosen. I remember my name being called and having to stand beside her, the noise fading as I looked into her eyes. 

I saw fear lurking in her eyes although she fought against showing it. I smirked.

It's nice to know that she's human too.