2
Fern
That night, belly full of bread, I lay in bed and remembered the night the Berserkers came to the abbey to take us.
Then
I woke in the orphan’s quarters to a noise. —a child’s cry.
The nuns were not very patient with us; none but Juliet, the youngest of the order, showed the orphans any kindness. Whoever cried out would only find comfort with another orphan.
My mind still sick with my dreams--large shapes running about the abbey, chasing and terrorizing me and my friends--I padded from my bed, past the sleeping girls, and left the dormitory.
Sorrel stood in the hall with one of the young ones, Violet. The older girl put a finger to her lips. I nodded and held out my hand for Violet’s.
A crashing noise made us all freeze. Sorrel whipped around even as I shrunk back with Viole
