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[dars]

[ s y r e n a ]
"jump into the heat
caught up in a dream"

It's hardest during the day.

My siblings and I went from only having to deal with our insufferable cousins during holidays and special occasions to living with them over night. In a single instant, we were forced to adopt all of their drama and their constant misbehavior. We were never like that. I was always a person that thrived in getting attention for all the right reasons, Elvena could strike down an entire village with a single-handed sword and still kept her dignity, and Trylle's heart was too big to ever be able to withstand disappointment or disapproval.

I missed my parents, and part of me hated them for leaving us. Sure, they had no control over the matter. People with power were often targeted, and it was no secret that the Fray family was one of the most powerful in District One. It was Trylle who had found them, fast asleep in their beds, drowned in their own blood before they could even open their eyes and attempt to fight.

It didn't seem fair, and moving in with our cousins was just an addition to our punishment, and now there we were: constantly fighting one another. It was the three of us against all of them. And sometimes I couldn't take it. Sometimes I couldn't handle the looks and the comments and the judgments, though i would never admit it. Sometimes I simply needed a break, and that day I needed one really, really badly.

I had barely escaped the home without letting the tears spill. What was becoming of me? Why had I become so weak? I had always been a leader in my own right and I couldn't even manage a few of Kellan's bitter words without fleeing the scene. I was not Syrena Fray; it seemed she had died the same morning Trylle ran into my room with tears burning his flesh.

It seemed the real version of myself was buried with my parents, and that was the most tragic thing I could think of.

When I noticed the girl gawking in my direction I couldn't stop myself from whirling around and stepping toward her. "What?! Have you never seen a person cry before?!"

[Sage]

Wynter Snow

"Says"
Thinks
"Hears"
Does

Wynters hands found the pockets of her jeans with ease as she made her way down the street of the district, her eyes a cool blue color that stared blankly at all who passed her by. She didn't know why Logan had insisted on her leaving the academy but he somehow convinced her she needed to get out more often and so here she was, taking in the sights of the district. Her pale blonde hair fluttered in the breeze that carried with it the scents of coming summer and Wynter was not looking forward to it because it meant that soon training would begin to take place outside under the relentless district one sun.

If she had to be totally honest, Wynter preferred the season for which she had been named and honestly, she would rather work inside than risk a sunburn to her sensitive pale skin. She knew if she didn't cover up, she'd have to go running home to Logan for him to apply aloe vera lotion to her burns and things would get interesting from there. She'd admit, she was afraid of letting him in, of letting him be more than just a friend and it was a fear she didn't like to admit often.

The sound of a voice caught her attention as she walked and she couldn't help but stop and stare at the person she could hear and it sounded like she was crying. Wynter, though she appeared cold and mean on the outside actually hated seeing people cry. Something about it tugged at her heartstrings and made her want to comfort the person. "What?! Have you never seen a person cry before?!" The girl snapped at her and Wynter stepped back. "S-sorry, I just... I heard you crying and I was wondering if you were alright." she stuttered a bit before looking at the girl, wondering what could have possibly made her cry.

Coding by Anzie, fixed by Ani.