HERA
I hadn’t always been a slave but I had always been a fast learner.
It was how I had learnt to adjust when scarcely three days to my 16th Moon Harvest, my father after losing all we had to gambling debts, died of a heart attack.
When the creditors had come to seize everything we owned, forcing my mom, my siblings and I desperately clutching one another’s hands to flee the capital with barely the clothes on our back.
After the rest of my family died in the Ryders’ fire, it was what had taught me to keep my head down, to observe my surroundings, knowing when to run and when to kick and scrap my way on the streets of the same capital that had spat us out.
It was what made me learn to be light on my feet and quick with my fingers, stealing from stalls and carts so that my orphaned b
