but I can stand. I can walk. I’m a bit weak on account I have been down here awhile. I cannot recall the last meal I had,” she told us. All of it was a struggle, broken words which seemed to take forever for her to formulate.

Zias leaned down. “I can carry you, I can…” he broke off. He must have seen her eyes. I looked from him to her and then back to him. He had seen and he was staring at her, unblinking.

“I have never seen a Violet like this,” he told me. “She is different.”

Violet smirked. “I’m the only Violet I know.” And I knew she meant her name.

“Can the rest of the world see her like we see her?” I asked.

Zias shook his head, no. “They only see what they want to see. Humans can...

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