DiscoveryExcited knocking on a wooden door followed by a muffled voice. "Morvic! Moooorviiic! Open up, Professor!" the doorknob jiggled, then was flung open. "Morvic! You'll never be-"More Like This
Janice stopped in the middle of her sentence, pausing in her strides into the now desolate, black room. Her eyes widened as she slowly took it all in. "no." her voice caught, the sound barely escaping her lips.
Surrounding her were scorched books and furniture, piles of ash now. Once towering volumes of knowledge laid to waste in her lungs and under her heels. "MORVIC" she screamed desperately, running through every room in the house, only to find more soot and ash. She choked a sob back. Not now. Not in his home. She knelt to the ash and scooped up a handful only to let it sift through her fingers like sand.
What had happened here? Obviously arson. And a while ago too. She'd come far too late to pretend any of this.
Shuddering, unable to hold it in, Janice sat in the ash and wept. This was how renegades were to