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Orphans and Oracles
Blake came the next morning, just as he said he would, to take me home. I shuddered at the thought. Home. Did I really have a home when I thought about it? I was homeless. A wanderer of the streets, stealing scraps of food wherever I could, just to get by and to survive another day. I had become so accustomed to the life I was beginning to lead. But I was just kidding myself; it was all a lie.
Now I would have to go back to reality and give up everything that I had become so used to. I looked down at my boots, feeling a heavy weight settle in on my stomach.
My heart sank even further as Blake led me through the crowded, curving streets of Ruen. People streamed along beside us, their faces joyous and excited. The cooling season festival began tonight, meaning that everyone was on a high as they waited out the day until night came and the celebrations would begin. I yearned to be a part of the crowd as they babbled animatedly about the performers that would be here this
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