#dayra

It was one file in particular, that caught Eliza’s eye. A young girl, scarcely seven years old. Her picture was worn and her blue eyes scared. Dayra Sawyer, her name read.

Now, it was an unspoken rule that filers weren’t supposed to read through much of the files, but one peak wouldn’t hurt, right?

And this girl, this small child, she needed help.

So Eliza peeked. A peek turned into a few minutes, then two more pages, then before she knew it, she had read the entire file.

It was horrible. Where the frick was the girls guardian Angel?! The one who was supposed to protect her and watch over her, who was supposed to make sure she lived a happy life?

Where were they?!

Before she knew it, she was flying down the golden hallways, an unfamiliar, hot feeling in her chest. It was tight and burning, and she felt her fists clench.

Was this... what humans called anger?

“Eliza!”

She yanked out of her thoughts, skidding to a hasty stop. “Risk!”

Her “cousin” gave her a concerned look, reaching out her hands. “You look weird! Your face is all scrunched up, looks kinda scary.”

She blinked, touching her face. “Scary? That’s... well you wouldn’t believe what I read!”

The burning feeling came back tenfold as she opened Dayras file, shaking her head. “You wouldn’t believe what she’s gone through. What kind of guardian Angel would-“

“You read the file?” Risk interrupted, eyes widening. “Eliza! You know we aren’t supposed to do that!”

She paused, file half open. Yes, Risk was correct but...

“I don’t regret it,” Eliza said simply. “I’ll take whatever punishment, but this has to be fixed.”

Risk clicked her tongue. “Eliza... I love that you care, but you know that’s one case out of thousands-“

“And maybe I can help!” She bit back. “Yes, it’s one case, but if I take this to the Director I’m sure that-“

A sharp laugh interrupted them. They both jumped, spinning around.

“Come on rule breaker,” It was a guardian Angel. “Oh, you’ll see the Director alright. Follow me.”

“Wait- dont-“ Risk sputtered, eyes wide.

She grabbed Eliza’s hand, but the older angel had already squared her shoulders and stifled her trembling.

“Thank you.” she smiled.