I sit in the secure holding bay of the Tyru, clutching Leila’s last gift like a lifeline. She gave it to me before I was led away by two armed guards, saying it would be good for me to have something to remind me of home. I did not have the heart to tell her that the Citadel would never be my home; all that is left of my real home and family is ash and cinders. I think I’ll keep the book, though. It'll give me something to do on the two week-long voyage ahead.
I’ve had no more input from the Voice. I think it’s sulking—or scheming. Either way, I’m glad to have a bit of peace to ponder what lies ahead. So far, it does not look promising. I was escorted onto the Tyru by two guards who told me to keep the Voice under control. I told them to try having another being sharing their brain, see if they could control it. That shut them up, but I think they were just worried I was about to unleash the Voice on their asses. If I did, what would they do? Shoot me?
I open the book at exactly the same moment as the ship’s engines start to hum like a hive of demented insects. I sigh at the thought of spending two weeks in this tiny, featureless cell which makes me feel like a criminal.
It is going to be a very long trip.
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Tirza
Teen FictionMy home is ash and my family are embers. I'm alone in the city that created me, and now they want to exterminate me. Except that's not entirely true--I'm not really alone. There's a Voice in my head. And I think it hates me. When Tirza's village is...
