"My name is Ava Maria. Nice to meet all of you, people of Dusty Island."
The girl who had been the subject of gossip for the past few days was standing on the podium. She held the microphone with her right hand wrapped in a bandage. Her left hand brushed her shoulder-length hair that was blowing in the wind in the room of more than two hundred people.
"I'm just a resident of Dusty Island, just like you. Born in this dusty land some twenty-eight years ago, amidst the roar of gunfire and arrows streaking through the air. My mother died shortly after giving birth, while my father preferred to go to the North. He chose to worship the sacred feet of the Supreme Council when he loses his wife."
A faint murmur could be heard here and there. Some Dusty Islanders even blatantly pointed at the girl with their index finger. The residents of Dusty Island were clearly curious about this new figure.
