Rachel

Legacy of Nuzaria: Part 6 (Rachel) I’m 8 years old—the youngest of us all. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes like Mom. I may be small, but I make sure no one forgets I’m here. Being the youngest doesn’t mean being the weakest. Dad says I have fire in my blood, and he’s right. I’m bold, brave, and always charging ahead—sometimes literally. I hate being left behind just because of my age. If the others climb a wall, I’ll climb it faster. If they charge into something, I’ll be right there with them. I look up to Maddie most. She never treats me like a baby. She teaches me how to throw a punch, how to walk like I’m twice my size. Sarah calls me “a storm in a teacup”—I think that means I’m small, but dangerous. I like that. I ask a lot of questions. Big ones. The kind people don’t want to answer. Why do we fight wars? Why can’t we fix everything if we’re in charge? Why do people suffer when others have so much? I don’t want to be a princess who just smiles and waves—I want to make a difference. Sometimes, when things are quiet, I sneak into Lily’s room and just watch her sew or draw. She’s so calm, like the whole world slows down around her. And George always tells me secret stories he never says out loud. I love being around them, around all of my siblings. They make me feel strong. People say I’m still growing into who I’ll become. That’s fine. But even now, I know who I am—I’m not afraid to speak my mind, stand my ground, or dream big. One day, they’ll stop calling me the youngest. They’ll call me the storm.