“Come along, Elsbeth. Your brothers will be home soon.” Rosie picked me up and carried me to our sleeping chambers, tucking the small blanket snugly around me. “Sleep well, little one. I love you.” She pecked me on the forehead.
“Love you, Rosie. Goodnight.” I settled in, pulling the worn blanket over my shoulders. I was tired.

“She can’t go! Go away. I won’t let her!” Rosie’s high pitched voice woke me from my slumber. Who was she talking to?
“I’m so sorry, Rosalie. She must come. She’s the Gifter. Out of my way.” A strange voice… but familiar, too…
“No! No!” Rosie’s strangled cries made me jump up, defensive for my sister. Who was this woman who dared to hurt Rose? I heard footsteps, soon I would see…
“Hello, Elsbeth.”
Amanda.