A/N: These are well on the shorter side, sorry about that; I've been having a bit of a hashtag hard time recently, but I really want to keep going with this so here y'all go, hopefully it's still giving a good idea of the kiddos!

Caroline "Kerry" Kenway, 12

April 21st, Year 118 ADD

Dear Lydia,

Thank you so much for the lovely birthday card. I miss you too! I hope we can see each other again soon, writing to you just isn't the same as being together.

Father's been teaching me to help out in the shop recently so that I can have a hand in the business as he gets older; until this year I've only sewn sails and tied up rigging, but yesterday I got to help him lay the keel blocks for a special order he's working on. I'm not sure if the rougher side of shipbuilding is going to be quite to my taste, but I'm certainly willing to try it!

I've been going sailing quite often as well; Father says it's important to know the boats like an extension of yourself if you're going to be building them. I'm still not strong enough to go out very far on my own, because once the wind picks up it takes a good bit of muscle to tack and pull the boom around without losing control of the rudder. Maybe when I start growing, though, I can sail across the lake to come see you more often!

I know this isn't really your style, but I do want to tell you about the dress I've been beginning to sew. It's really very hard work to make everything come together, I think you'd be pleasantly surprised. I'm using a lovely pink (because of course it's pink) chiffon with a white patterned lace, and it's going to be absolutely gorgeous. It's frustrating to have to go back every time I ruin a section, but the end product will be so worth it. I think it must be so lovely to live in District Eight and do this all the time.

How are Aunt Chevy and Uncle Hawk? I know you're not allowed to write me about what they do, but I do hope everything is going well. Have you gotten to help them out at all? I know you're getting close to the age where they'll want you to join the family business. Maybe you could teach me some of your moves sometime; the skills are supposed to run in the Kenway blood after all, right?

When can we see each other again? I'm so eager to catch up with you in person and learn what you've been interested in lately! Maybe you could come stay here again?

Love, your favorite cousin,

Kerry

Helios Estella, 13

August 9th, Year 116 ADD

He doesn't understand how so much blood can come from such a little body. He pulls her closer, presses down harder on the gaping wound, tries to hold his little sister together with nothing but his bare hands and what willpower he has left because he can't lose her too please. It's warm and sticky and slick all over his arms and his bare chest and the waist of his jeans and he shivers in the dark, chill alleyway even as bile rises in the back of his throat, mouth filling with saliva because this is too much like last time and he leans over, presses her cooling body into his own folded form, retching onto the dirt-streaked concrete, what little he's had to eat burning its way up his esophagus until there's nothing left to throw up but he still feels sick, his stomach rolling with fear and anguish because wasn't one time enough why does he have to do this twice?

He leans over his sister's porcelain little doll body and tries to push in air but neither of them is breathing and Helios only succeeds in mixing his panicked tears with Andromeda's pained ones because all he can think of is last year, holding Katherine the same way and pleading the same prayers but the difference is that last time he believed that maybe there was some sort of God. He knows better now but it doesn't hurt any less the second time one of his sister's eyes go dull in his arms.

He should have been able to stop it this time he should have seen it coming because he's been here before and he vowed over Katie's body that he'd keep her sister safe and here he is failing her in every promise he's ever made, failing both of them, and if he could vomit up every broken piece that's left inside of him he would because all he has left is stars and flame and nothing sufficient to keep him running from the same fate that's swallowed his sisters up whole because really it should have been him, the one whose failures number more than the worry lines in his grief-stricken father's face, it should have been him bleeding out on the ground instead of his pure little sister because she's this perfect little angel and he is something wrong and maybe the reason he loves fire so much is because of how it hungers to consume him whole and how he hungers to let it.

A/N: So there you go, thanks to AmericanPi and averyrandomauthor for these kiddos, they are precious! See everyone asap with D7.