Choosing Priorities
By
Tiffany Park
Part I: Arrival
"Shall we go?" Ashura said, mustering up a tiny half smile in an attempt to reassure his new charge. He was feeling none too steady, himself. He held out his hand. "This isn't the only world in existence."
The boy visibly shook, he was so afraid. But then something in him changed. Ashura saw courage lighting his eyes, firming his small form with resolve. It gave Ashura hope that the child had a chance to heal, that he was salvageable, that he could someday have a real life.
At least one of them could have a future.
The boy reached out, still trembling, and took Ashura's hand.
"What is your name?" Ashura asked gently.
The child hesitated a moment, then said, "Fai."
