Author's note: This is my second story and once again, it's short. But I'm not ready for longer stories yet. Anyways, I do not own the Circle of Magic series, or The Will of the Empress or any of the characters. I wish I did, but that right belongs to the amazing Tamora Pierce.
Some days Briar wondered why he made the effort of living. Those were the days when his nightmares had seemed so real and it was hard to shake the terrors away. Then he would remember the girls, and Rosethorn, and Evvy. What would happen to them if he died? He was sure that his death would leave a traumatic effect on his foster sisters. After all, they had been together for so long, and they had just remade their circle.
So he lived because he knew it would make their lives bad if he died. He lived for his teacher because she had lived for him. He lived for his student because she loved him. He lived for his sisters because they were him. Even though he refused to listen to them and see a soul healer, even though they had their quirks, even though they could get on his last nerves, Briar lived for his sisters.
If he had to, he would die for them, just like they would do for him. They were the reason he got up on mornings when he wondered why he wasn't dead. He lived for them, and would continue to live for them, no matter how much it hurt at times. It was only fair after all they had done for him.