The Horakians

Nine and a half years I had been a part of the Horakian tribe and walked the mountains. Once we got to the end of the mountain range, I would leave.
I didn't know exactly what I would find, but I knew who I was looking for would be there.
Nine and a half years I had been tracking them, waiting, dreaming of the sweet revenge that would be mine. They had ruined my life.
And they were going to pay.
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The day before her tenth birthday, Rose was forced to flee her family's home in the ocean and go to land. Now she walks the mountains with the Horakians, waiting for the opportunity to get revenge for what happened to her. But after an unwanted palm reading, her plans begin to fall apart and she finds herself questioning her future.

Warning: this story contains violence, blood, murder, and implied suicide. Reader discretion is advised.

Photo and cover are by me.