I know I haven't written for a while, but I've been spending most of my days now caring for Granny, delivering messages, and drawing images of my dream city with the new beautiful colored pencils I recently purchased for Poppy and me. I haven't used colored pencils since I was a little girl, and they are now all warned down into a nub not even Poppy can manage to write with. We don't have paper, so I've been trying to save can labels for a while now, even though they only give you so much space.
However, I have much more interesting news to share with you other than some new colored pencils. Recently, as Granny has gotten more ill, her memory has been slowly fading. A few days ago I came home from work, shocked to see pillows thrown around the room, drawers lined up along the floor, and every closet door open to its greatest extent. She told me she was looking for something that her grandfather has lost a long time ago. Remembering her grandfather was the mayor of the city, I assumed it was something important.
I know that "something" is a very broad term, but I honestly believe that i have found that "something" my grandmother has been looking for.
I walked into my room, surprised to notice that Poppy was sitting in front of a beautiful metal box chewing on a large piece of white paper. I quickly snatched it from her mouth, and immediately noticed the perfect print on the mysterious paper. There was no way that anybody could write so small, so precisely.
I tried to put the paper back together, noticing the word "instructions" at the top. The first thought that popped into my mind was that they were instructions to get out of Ember. Then i reconsidered, decided that idea was silly, put the ripped paper back into the box, and slid it under my bed.
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