Pain was a familiar thing.
As Ayla lay beneath broken stone and fractured metal, and even though her breathing shallow and uneven, she did not panic.
Pain had never been what scared her.
What frightened people was what caused it.
The pressure of umbra energy crushing down on her body reminded her of something she had long since stopped thinking about
A really really familiar place.
***
"Hey little sunshine," someone whispered in her ear, "it's time to wake up."
Slowly, her eyes peeled open and the first thing she noticed was sunlight, lots of it, streaming through a window.
"You'll be accompanying Papa and Mama for some deliveries again," the man's words, caused the little girl to fully wake up and turn to the man by his side.
The man had a head full of black hair, and green eyes, on his face was the kindest smile one would ever see.
