A silver parachute fluttered to the ground outside of the cave, Aeiri's face brightened, "I'll get it!" She hopped up on her little legs and ran outside, disappearing and then reappearing with a sizable package. She opened it a look of disbelief crossed her face. She pulled out a really old diary, looked me in the eye and said, "It has your last name on it…" I took it into my hands with great caution. When I opened it up I saw that the diary was, in fact, my mother's. I sighed and flipped through the pages. They had titles like:

All hope is lost: We'll never make it through this.

And:

My sister is alive and well: she even has kids

But the one that stood out the most to me was:

How to survive when surviving seems impossible.

That was the longest entry and the one that I read over and over again, because I just couldn't get my head around it. These people my mom mentioned seemed so familiar. A family of refuges like us, attempting to survive in the Old Capital, our families banned together. The Coldwell's that was their last name, there was a picture of the tapped into it a mom and dad with a baby no older than one in the mother's arms. Then another picture of the same young boy at the age of maybe five playing with a young girl I carefully pulled off the tape and on the back it said James Peter Coldwell: age 5yrs and Ginger Katniss Snapp: age 4yrs. Before the incident.

I looked back and forth between Azrael and the picture; they both had the same jet black hair and shocking grey eyes. An animal sound was climbing up my throat; it came out as a strangled scream. Azrael jumped to his feet and picked me up. The diary was concealed between us. I was sobbing. How could I have missed this, this huge secrete of his? Azrael Lupine was James Peter Coldwell… my old best friend and well…. I have to admit even though I was only three… my first kiss. Oh. God. This is so embarrassing… Azrael is the same kid who proposed to me when he was three of course I called him Jay then, but still. I stopped crying and struggled my way out of his arms.

"Are you o-"

I cut him off, "I'm fine. I'm just- I want to go home…"

Another parachute came down from the sky this one was a long skinny package I went and got it, read the tag and handed it to Az. He opened it and a tag fell out. I picked it up, To: Death From: Botrytis Clyde. When I looked back up he had a huge grim reaper scythe in his hands, yeah that will definitely not stick out.

Yeah, yeah. it's short get over it.

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Bye

~Nicci

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