Stark white moonlight created towering shadows as Cameo wandered among the stones serving as markers for the dead, but the music from the black, glistening compound where the Colony was celebrating their twenty-fifth year of operations floated through the winter air and mocked her. There was no one her age to dance with and she hated seeing her mother twirling merrily in some other man"s arms.
She had fled the ComQuaCo compound for the night air. A dry, warm breeze was blowing from the west. Directions, however, meant little when there was nowhere else to go. ComQuaCo restricted all buildings and workers to the area for the mining and crating the crystals. Cameo did not belong here and there was no other place for her. When her mother birthed her almost sixteen years ago, there was no shi
