Faith pulled her greasy tangled hair into a lopsided ponytail with a strip of stained cloth she found on the street, she let her thoughts wander and as she read the sign above her that she knew by heart.

"All inhabitants of the female village Wilderose within eyesight of the inspectors at the given arrival time of the train will be departed to the royal resting place and assist in running the Company."

Faith had heard stories about the "royal resting place" and it sounded horrible, the people she knew and had spent her life with were taken at random to work to death. How she wished she were still at the Nursery where children stayed safe before being deported to the death sentences they call "villages" somewhere between their 10th and 11th birthday. The Nursery was the only place where the unfortunate souls that were not billionaires or born into the royal family were treated like human. Then she heard that all familiar ring that's haunted her nightmares for years. She pressed down hard on her wrist and she was no longer visible to anyone but herself.

SHOULD I BOTHER CONTINUING THIS STORY?!?!?!

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