Fraya
Donahue holds my hand as we make our way down the streets, watching as people stop and stare. Some of them bow and some of them frown, but no one approaches us. I know we are standing out like a stain on a white shirt, all dressed in black while everyone else is dressed in white and gold, but I will don't change my clothes with a sweep of magic, instead I will use my magic to fix what is broken in this city. The cracks in the pavement that have formed over the years, the gold that has been chipped on some of the buildings. Every house I pass looks brand new after my magic flows over it. I admire what Gabriel has done to this city, taking care of his people and making sure that all of them are wealthy, instead of taking from them and basking in his own wealth, but I also know that it
