When the Escape vessel fell, Zoya believed that this was it. This was how her life was going to end. She felt her body grew weightless as the Vessel fell with great speed.
She was terrified. Tears formed in her eyes as the cruel realization came to her. She would die.
She had so much left to do, so much to achieve and to have to face death at a tender age of thirteen. All she did till now was not worth of any notice, some petty theft, and some small jobs, nothing out of ordinary. She grew up in the slums with no one. No parents to care for her, no friends to call her own, no nothing. It forced her to be self-reliant. But deep down, she really hoped that she would find what others treasured the most. A family.
And now, here she was, unable to protect herself. Waiting to be crushed by
