Alexa ducked her head, adjusting the red cloak she wore to hide her white hair. Still, everyone seemed to notice her.

The town looked different. The establishments hadn’t changed, but everyone's attitude had. Gone was the laughter in their eyes, replaced with terror.

This was what had become of Fortunalia after the war. Fear was a constant element that, no matter how hard parents tried to hide it, always resurfaced.

She thought once she returned, everything would be ...