Olivia smiles at the young girl standing beside her. The girl's natural beauty is quite stunning, with her pale hazel eyes, blond hair, and the touch of dark skin are a once in a lifetime trait. Her sister was also a delicate creature, but sadly, she disappeared in the violence of the red mist. Along with her parents, leaving this tender morsel alone.
"I am sorry," Zoe says feebly.
"Sorry, for what, child?" Olivia soothes in a grandmotherly voice.
"I don't have the nightmares any longer. The Gods don't speak to me."
"I am sure they do; they probably just find new ways to do so. All you need is a teacher to help you find the way.
"No, my sister said I was too stubborn for faith. I am too curious for my good sometimes," Zoe says as she scrunches her nose, "but I don't believe that. I believe wonderment makes us who we are."
