Translated from Shelesh:
My family died screaming on Voeld. I left everyone at our camp that morning to find a passage through the crevasse. We were only a day's march to the safety of Techiix. I remember feeling hopeful that we might survive our ordeal, and then I smelled burning flesh. I ran toward the smoke knowing I was already too late. The kett left my family's charred remains in a jumbled heap, but I could still make out faces twisted in agony. My parents. My brothers and sisters. My husband and our children. All gone. I had never felt so powerless. I scattered their ashes as tears froze against my skin. Then I ran for Techiix, where I met Akksul.