The marked girl

This morning, I woke up when it was still almost night, and the stones were just little glows. I had to get some food before going into the sewers, so I hid my shard of Lucerian stone with all my things. I told Dunkin to look after it, to protect our stuff.
 
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I had to take some food from the market. I don't have any coins, and I can't go into the sewers all hungry. But that guard was there, the one who kicked me before. He's been waiting for me, I guess. He grabbed me, and he was so strong, I couldn't get away. He took me far, far from the market, and Dunkin wasn't with me.
 
They put me in a room that buzzed like angry bugs. I saw a man come out with a mark on his face, and then they strapped me down and put something over my mouth. It hurt. It hurt more than anything. I wanted to cry, to yell, to ask Daddy to make it stop. But it just kept hurting.
 
Now I've got the mark, too. The guard said I stole, so they marked me. They put me in a cart with other people who had marks, and they took us back to West Themar. I didn't look at anyone. I didn't say anything. I just ran to find Dunkin.
 
He was there, waiting, like he always does. I don't care about the rest. I don't care about the shard or the light or the sewers. I just want to be with Dunkin. I'm one of the bad people now, they say. But Dunkin doesn't think so. He just licked my hand and stayed by me.
 
That's all for today. I don't want to write anymore. I just want to sit here with Dunkin. He's all I got.