Before Cyprus was born, there had been a proper schoolteacher in Serafina. A woman straight from the capital, or somewhere close enough to count. People said she’d been pretty and intelligent and stern with the children. They liked her.
So did the pirates.
Now no one spoke her name. The schoolhouse was torched, and Old Man Neils taught lessons in the Serafina temple every day.
–“Lost and Found,” Elyan White
Bit dark, this one. Could almost be a tiny story.