
The small rabbit girl sits outside a burning house. Two casualties. Her parents. Her siblings seem to have gone missing during the blaze. She holds a teddy bear, part of its face burnt off by the flames. She’s wrapped in a shock blanket. She’s crying but she stares at the flames with a strange look in her eyes.
“Hey kid, are you okay?”
Silence.
“Sweetheart, you can talk to me.”
“I’m sorry…”
“What was that sweetheart?”
“It’s my fault.”
“What’s your fault?”
“I didn’t think the mini fire would get so huge…”
“Mini fire?”
“There was a weird stick… with a little pull back. Then a small little fire appeared at the end. Like… like a magic wand… I didn’t know it’d…”
Oh sweet Core on a cross.
The poor little rabbit, with ears too big for her head. How could she have known? How could she have possibly known?…

“So, Leafy? How ya been?”
“Oniom, you took me and Moon clubbing again, isn’t this like, illegal? None of us are really adults yet…”
“…”
“Oniom?…”
“Those stupid disciples told me I might as well get partying now, cause I may not live to be old enough to do so. No idea what that means! Either I’m gonna die or the world is gonna end so…”
“That’s… extremely omnious…”
“Tell me about it.”
“Are… you in danger?”
“Wha-“
“Oniom. Are they hurting you?”
“No. I’m not in any danger. Hey! YOU DO CARE!”