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Divergent Imagine
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Ongoing, First published Mar 22, 2020
Riona Zycks had a wonderful childhood with her siblings Rocko and Reyna and her parents Ronald and Rebecca. They lived happily and peacefully in Amite. 
But then one day everything changed. Three years ago when Riona was 15 her whole family died in a fire in the woods. A few other people who were out in the forrest gathering wood died but no one got as unlucky as Riona did because that day not only one family member left her but all of them died and were just gone.
She screamed so loud when she found out, that the factionless heard it. 
Ever since that day Johanna had taken care of Riona and took her in, treating her like her own daughter. Riona was very grateful for Johanna of course but she still blames herself for her families death and feels a rage almost every day. Her families death and puberty both changed her a lot. She had to take out her anger somewhere so Johanna allowed Riona to take some kitchen knifes and throw them at trees in the woods or train with volunteers but there weren't many. Riona was alone most of the time and lonely as well. She only had one friend, Matt, who was one of the popular Amite teenage kids and felt pity for me and out of pity he asked me if I wanted to do something with him one day. And ever since we train almost every week four times and have fun together. But other than that she isolates herself because she doesn't feel at home here anymore. Amite has just taken too much from her.



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