“Come on, just a little farther!”
A girl ran. Blonde hair flying over her shoulders, her fleeting smile like the wings of a dragonfly, hands stretched out as if she searched for something, or somebody, ahead. Grass crunched beneath her feet, and behind her, the imprints of her every step...
Ravenna was a pale and sickly seven year old girl when she left the Core. She was not alone when she boarded the old transport. Her father, an iron-fisted bureaucrat, and her mother, a beautiful young woman ravaged by terrible health, ushered her into its peeled walls, tattered floors and narrow...