Ambrosia POV
Every time I opened my eyes, I could see it.
Fire.
Everywhere.
I clutched my hair in my fists, pulling, as if the pain might pull me out of the vision, but it would not. It never had before - why would it now?
At night, when I closed my eyes to sleep, I succumbed to the memory.
“Ambrosia! Ambrosia, where are you?!” my stepmother called.
I hated her almost as much as she hated me, so instead of running to her, I ran away. I found my siblings there - Phlox and Chrys, both half-siblings. They cared about me more than that witch of a luna ever would.
Unfortunately, she was all I had - my mother had abandoned me at birth. Apparently, she’d said I was cursed, and no one would ever love me.
So far, that was untrue. I… had my brother and my sister. And father… well, I’m not
