Even after her mother’s death, Dreamkit didn’t know how to feel. She wasn’t furious like her sister. Was it broken like her father. But… she wasn’t numb. She felt her tears fall, but only sat to listen to the rain. She could feel her heart pounding. Her mind was about to burst with endless questions. But there was no one to answer them. So she didn’t ask. No one cared if she cried. So she did. She accepted it. Her mom was dead. But she couldn’t bring herself to look back. So she ran ahead, where no one could find her. Not like anyone cared. — Yes. No. Yes. No. Her mom was dead. She wasn’t scared. She was sad. She wasn’t afraid to move on. She remembered her previous conversation with her mother. Something about…. A Sunshard? But Sunshard was dead? Did her mother die for her? Was she happy now? Maybe. She stared down at her bracelet, the one with the wing shell like her mother’s. The one Craftykit helped her make. Would she end up like her mother?
