Zane
“Jesus little brother.” Crystal flopped down on the narrow bunk. Making herself at home in my small, cramped quarters even though she had her own cabin. I scowled at her although I wasn’t really mad. We always stuck together
Always.
Even though we weren’t related by blood and rather by the fact that our father had found her on the battle ground didn’t do anything to dampen down how close we were. She was my sister. My big sister true but I had always striven to protect her. especially from herself. Crystal got into trouble more than anyone else I knew. In that way she was like our mother. Sarah. Who had been a hell cat in her younger years.
She was still a hell cat now. Fiery and prone to doing the exact opposite of what she was told. Crystal might not be blood but she sure as
