Despite every darkness, a spark of hope caught inside her. She couldn’t believe it was finally happening. After all these years, she would finally return home. Alizeh’s heart ached at the idea that she might be returned to the mountains of her childhood—to the land that had once saved her people from annihilation. She thought of her parents. She thought of her ancestors. She thought of every soul who’d died fighting their oppressors for the right to be free. And in their honor she lifted two fingers to her head, and then to the air.
