>>Rosie
I stood up and began to run again.
After my parents died, I was just barely living.
Being born poor, people don't even want to do anything with you. I did odd jobs to survive but one day my powers suddenly came.
Everyone was always worried about the world ending. When I was cleaning the floors of restaurants, I was hearing people constantly talk about it.
I thought maybe I could help. Maybe I did something about it, people won't look down on me. Maybe the restaurant owner would stop being so harsh and pay me the money he owned.
Maybe I'd get to eat properly too.
The city walls loomed ahead, the great shield that protected it shimmering faintly in the distance, but it was a blur through the tears clouding my vision. The ache in my chest wouldn't go away, no matter how fast I ran, no matter how far I tried to escape it.
