fidder1010
Playing messenger. We all end up doing it at one time or another. Some more often than others. Taking either a well known message or deadly secret from one place to the next. Sometimes it's a harmless kids' game.
Not for one certain street girl.
It stopped being a game when she watched a man being killed.
It was no longer fun when the danger she knew she was running to was undeniably safer than the unknown danger she ran from.
It couldn't be any further from childish once the 'message' was in her hands and the instructions were in her ears.
If she had a choice, this certain street girl would have flapped her arms and flown away if she could - her life still hers, her main concern being whether or not she had enough food to last the day and a place to sleep at night.
But there hadn't been a choice.
Now her life is in the hands of a cocky amateur magician who won't tell her anything. And in her hands is the power to change everything.