LAIKA My eyes snapped open, and I found myself in the cave. The sun's rays were streaming in from the entrance. It was morning, the second day, and I was sleeping. I tried to sit up and realized my hands and legs were bound. I whimpered and looked around. 'Joy, what happened?' 'We

LAIKA The Jaw did not come directly at us; it hovered over the cave for a while, giving MOLART enough time to dissuade me from the fight. But I stood my ground. The Jaw glided toward me, and I felt a rush of energy. I did not withhold it, so I let it surge. I stretched out my hands and wielde

LAIKA I glared at the flowers, careful not to look at MOLART because I did not want him to see the anger in my eyes. I am afraid it would piss him off. He walked up to me and patted my shoulder. "I will inspect it at sunset." He walked past me. Fuck you, monster, I thought.

LAIKA Staying mad at MOLART means I will not get the petals of life for a long while. I must think of what I want. It was a few hours before dawn, and tomorrow was my last day getting the petal. I quickly stood when I heard MOLART's footsteps. He stood by the entrance in no time, and I glared

LAIKA I was quiet after the revelation MOLART or should I say my father made. He urged me to go to the open space and wait for him to come over and teach me his skill. I do not know if I will learn such a skill in a few hours, but if he believes in me, I believe in myself too. He cam