lottie murdock | district 4 | fin

To Lottie, being one of the youngest is the most terrible thing imaginable.

Every road she walks down is filled with footprints. Previously claimed with names engraved into them. Everyone has already done it before. Records have been broken before her; the bar has been set but so many names have already gotten over it. There’s nothing remarkable that she can do that hasn’t been done before.

It is why she is so intrigued by the depths of the ocean, so much to explore and discover that hasn’t been tainted by her family’s DNA. One day she will hold her breath long enough to reach the deepest depths. Be the first to touch the untouched. Her own footprints to leave behind. A new world to claim as her own with her name engraved.

Except she is stuck being one of the youngest Murdocks. Unsure of which one to follow, there are so many influences. So many hands reaching out to her. Do as father says…don’t listen to him!

For now, she sticks by the rules and reminds those stepping out of line who real the authority is. A quick tongue is always on the case to her father when she has witnessed a rule break, but an influential tongue has led her astray before. She has seen the consequences, so many others have already walked down those roads. Do what father says and her footprints won’t be left behind on those crumbling roads.

Lottie is at that stage of her life where she is a soft piece of clay. So easily molded by a pair of hands that is willing to sculpt her. But she could be so easily torn apart.