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Evelyn sat on the bunk she’d slept in every night for three years and tried not to think about what was happening. She’d known from the day that got on the ship that some day it might land somewhere or hit something, but it hadn’t crossed her mind that whoever had made it might have given it a coordinate to land at. Most of the girls on the ship had noticed the way it was aiming directly at a planet, so it was all they’d been talking about, with some being absolutely terrified, absolutely sure they were all going to die, and the others being excited about something new happening.

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The idea of travelling to a new planet was exciting. Tabitha was a part of the third group to make the journey to Thear. A year before the first group had travelled to the new planet, sending back information about what the planet was like and how they were making it habitable. Six months later the second group had gone. More messages were sent back about their new world that made it obvious more people should be sent there. For years the population had been growing and sending people to a new planet seemed logical, even though it was slightly scary.

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The first story of Thear was written when I was 15 and I decided to use some of my 100 stories to show some of the ideas I had before I decided on the current story.

Curling an arm around herself Brooke looked at what was obviously a two-way mirror. They were watching her and there was nothing she could do about it. As one of the hundred girls chosen she was meant to feel special, but instead she felt like she wanted to run as far away as possible. She couldn’t, of course, because she had travelled through space to a new world, a world where they needed girls because there weren’t enough. Earth had too many girls, so the governments were happy enough to send some to Thear. It didn’t matter that none of the girls they chose actually wanted to go.

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Orla wrapped an arm around her waist as she looked at the priest of Anubis who had led the winter solstice ritual. He wasn’t a true priest, but one of the many fake priests who had no connection to his deity, and for that reason she didn’t think he had the right to lead a ritual. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about it. Artemis had told Orla, several times, that she needed to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself in order to keep herself safe. As the only person in her village who knew of the existance of North Square, and had some warning that change was coming soon, she had to be there for her people when they needed her.

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“Solstice,” Genevieve started, trying not to meet anyone’s eyes, “shortest day, longest night, on this day winter begins.” Her attempts failed because she found herself staring into her mother Delyth‘s eyes and could see the pride filling them, which did make her feel slightly better. “With the fading of autumn a new year commences. Look back on what’s been, bid the old year farewell, give thanks for what it has gifted you with.”

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Aisling hated talking about people when she knew they could hear her, but she needed to talk to Logan about Trey and he had brought the subject up first. She looked at the back of Trey’s head, wondering what he was thinking, before looking back at Logan. There was something about him that she really didn’t like. When she had some time to herself she’d work out what it was. Until then she had to push away that feeling so she could talk to him without the dislike she felt creeping into her voice.

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A candle provided the only light in the room. It was the morning of the winter solstice and Trey was awake well before sunrise. Most days he was awake well before sunrise, but for once he had a reason. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the new High Priestess of Persephone arrived at the Residence and he wanted to be the first person to meet her. Sighing, he put his quill down on the desk. Aisling was meant to be the right person, a true priestess who would do what needed to be done, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. Every time he thought of the change that was coming he knew that they needed strong people in the position of High Priest and High Priestess, but they didn’t seem to exist.

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When Bree sat back down she looked at her family. Her father was one of the supporters of the Dorma supremacist movement and it was something she just couldn’t understand. Maybe, if she hadn’t met her half brother, it might have made more sense. She wished she could asked him about Quinn, and Quinn’s mother, but she knew that was a subject she couldn’t bring up.

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Written for livejournal user aldersprig’s prompt about harvest festivals.

Bree looked around her village, smiling. The harvest festival had always been one of her favourite celebrations and, even though she hated the way it had become more religious, she made sure she always had the day off. On a large round table in the centre of the square there was a selection of different foods, all made with the bounty that had come from the earth. As always the farmers and their families were the first to collect their food in order to thank them for the hard work they had done throughout the year. If it wasn’t for them each family would have to fend for themselves, even if they were like Bree and didn’t have the same connection to the earth that the farming families did.

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On Thear it was the night of the full moon. It was also the first full moon after Aisling’s sixth birthday. That meant it was time.

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