We were woken up with a bomb. A small one. Just enough to get our attention, and tear apart our new front door. A front door I had made, mind you, and had just gotten to fit right. The remains of some rubble, sure, but I was proud of it. I woke with a start. And stopped. A bomb? There was no way that was a bomb. We were in the middle of Gratitude. They

I stood on the front steps, and stared at the Mayor. Every urge in me told me I had to hit her. For being so deviously nice. And going behind our backs to save us and all that. I hated her. “You seem like you have had a full day,” she said. The Mayor was…beautiful was the only way to say it. Lightly tanned skin, tall, and with strong features while still being super pretty.

“You have a choice, Miss McKay.” Lien picked up the staff again. “You can try and stumble your way through your little quest. You will be quite the scourge of the riffraff. Until someone with real power is annoyed enough by your nuisance to swat you down. And then your quest is done.” She scratched the wood with her fingernail, gouging into it. I gave a cry of protest, but what could I do? “Or