#quene

Sending my love and I hope this wasn't offensive.

I miss Luka, I remember the night that the village had burned. I remember being so scared and calling out for Luka. I didn’t want to be alone, and he was the only thing I cared about, I cared about him more than my own life.

The path that I had found him on, it was one that we often ran down together. It was one we walked when we were bored and needed to get away from the pain of living out on the streets.

I could have never hoped to give him what he wanted, and I’m sure if we didn’t insist that we stick together some family would have picked him up. He was cuter and younger than me, but I didn’t want to be alone. And he didn’t either.

For the next few months before I was taken I would go back to where his body was and talk about everything and anything that happened. I’d leave flowers I got and some of the food I had stolen even if I didn’t get a lot. Death is a harsh concept for a child, I don’t think I really accepted he was dead until much later on. Once I was away from that village.

I’m surprised we were not skin and bones, but to be fair we went through so much just to make sure we wouldn’t go hungry.

So uh, Lurien Lunar am I right?