Turning Point

" Flora, are you absolutely sure about this?" Marissa asked, her voice pulsing with a blend of fear and stopgap as the two of them sat facing each other at a worn kitchen table in Flora's small new apartment.

Flora spoke forcefully, yet a hint of pain colored what she said." I could not continue to do this in the same way, Marissa. diurnal excursions to the training grounds recall to mind that which I was created to do. I do not like it all the stress, the admonishment, being ...