𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; The act of bringing or recalling a feeling, memory, or image to the conscious mind.
Laying in a frosty forest, with no recollection of where or who she is. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥?
The Young Lightning Rehabilitation takes the most problem of youths and turns them into good citizens. It makes the most troubled of rebels into compliant and obedient pieces of society. It restructures the most stubborn of minds into docile and contented brains. No-one gets dragged into the centre and comes out unchanged. Everyone who enters its walls comes out broken down, destructured, destroyed, and rebuilt anew.
Simran is a young girl who chooses not to fit in. She doesn't know what she wants, but she knows she wants something. And she knows she'll find that something no matter the cost.
Harmony Ametsenya is too young to face the cruelties of the city. At ten years old, she shouldn’t be hungry, she shouldn’t be cold, she shouldn’t be worried about where her next meal is coming from. But it doesn’t change the fact that she is.
Fourteen-year-old Msitu Ametsenya shouldn’t be either. But it doesn’t change the fact that she will keep Harmony safe at all costs. At all costs. No matter what.
Their lives are full of fear and pain work. Because in this city, nobody cares about two impoverished orphan children trying to stay alive. Nobody cares about the impoverished at all. The city is grey, made of metal and glass and concrete. The water is grey, full of pollution. The sky is grey, full of smog.
As Christmas comes around the corner, the first Christmas since their parents died, how will Msitu make it a time of joy and hope? Because after all, in a world run by greed and apathy, hope is everything.
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Once, people believed that there exists something of a rare ability. Something of the impossible.
But only the royalties have actually seen it. No person of an inferior position than them had the privilege of gazing upon the said miracle.
But for decades, the said miracle has gone missing. And whoever finds it would have honor never before bestowed on anyone.
But none have yet to succeed.
It cannot stand the heat of the sun. For it was one with the water. It can command any form of water, may it be the pond, the river and most especially the sea, to heal anyone who holds it if the need arises.
And in isolation, it was kept.
In cold, it survived.
And in heat, it shattered.
It was known as the 'heart of the sea'.