Prologue
Cleo Cross stood at the top of a hill staring down at the burning city. She had grown up there, yet felt no remorse for the place that had shunned her since birth.
“Why did you do it?” A voice asked, she turned to see her best friend
Jayce standing behind her.
“Jayce,” she said, “You know that they were planning to kill me. This was just easier for me, for all of us. In a couple of hundred years no one will remember what happened here, all they’ll remember is that The City Of Fire went down in flames, literally.” She finished, looking at the fire again. Feeling satisfaction burning in her stomach and making her positively giddy with glee that the city that beat to within an inch of her life was finally paying for it.
Jayce sighed before reaching out and taking her hand saying, “Come on, we need to leave before the Queen’s guards come to find out what is going on.”
Cleo nodded, taking her eyes off the fiery site and let herself be pulled away.
After walking for several days, only stopping when the need for sleep became too great. They finally found a new place to call home, not knowing was happening to them as the built their shelter.
