But beneath the normal, lies the abnormal. Crime goes on in the cut-throat streets. People get robed, raped or killed. If you were too weak, you were consumed.
But Islinda knew better, they were lying and this was not the first time she was at the receiving end of their cruelty. They didn't care about her, not at all. To them, she was nothing but a burden left behind by her father to take care of. How ironic since she was the one taking care of them instead.
"Get off that cot, you lazy piece of bones!" Her stepmother's shrill voice broke through her haze of unconsciousness, at the same time a kick met her back and the sleep instantly vanished from her eyes.