I am Ebony. Some people say I'm ruthless, some say I'm evil. I'm a survivor that's all I have to say on the matter.
Ebony dropped the pen on the table and flexed her fingers to avoid them from cramping. Not that it actually worked just so that she could justify the slowness of her writing. The night was young yet there was much to do. I must finish this story. Only the story matters now, it's the only way I can preserve my innocence and tell OUR story. Ever since the death of all the adults occurred Ebony had documented all the events of the tribe so their
History will always be remembered. But this story is the one that matters. This was her story.
Ebony picked up her pen and began to write