Rebecca’s POV
The weight of the bracelet was much more than I expected for its size. The silver bracelet belonging to my mother – her everyday accessory which she wore every single day – lay heavily against my skin, which made it feel heavy. It felt like a link to a life that was no longer mine. Alone on one empty stone seat in one of the less busy inner courtyards, I watched as my world disappeared before me.
My father had gone.
My village had been attacked.
And somehow, regardless of where I had gone, I had left destruction in my wake.
That marking on my shoulder throbbed again just a little under my shirt, warm and fidgety, as if it were listening to every scared thought that came into my mind.
I had to do something.
I could not stay hidden within these walls while my family p
