"What would you do.."
Kel took a deep breath in.
".. if you found out Itzae was still alive?"
-12 Years Earlier-
"Dash! Dash!"
The plodding of small feet echoed off old stone walls while a filthy young child desperately searched for someone.
"Dash! Where are you?!"
Her cries gradually became weaker, her malnourished body exhausted from running.
"Kel!!"
She had scarcely turned a corner when she heard the call coming from behind her.
Whirling around, she tripped over her own bedraggled shoes, flailing straight into the arms of the person who had shouted her name.
"Dash! I thought you-" she gasped in between labored breaths, "got into a fight again."
"Hey, calm down," the boy clicked his tongue. "Why didn't you stay put?"
"I was worried," the young girl broke down into sobs. "I was really really worried."
