Vynessa;

My body stays still on the floor, the throbbing ache never leaving. Can’t count the number of times my stomach chirps, crying to be fed. It’s one thing to be dying of pain and it’s another to be dying of hunger. Why do I have to go through both?

This is unfair. Nevertheless, life has always been unfair to me.

“I’m sorry, Child. I couldn’t get any warrior who will bring in food,” Helena returns from where she has gone to beg a warrior for bread. “They were all strict with their words. Alpha Kryptos will cut off their head if they try to disobey his order.” She sits...