It was a day of firsts.
Her first birthday after surviving her first real apocalypse.
Her first birthday since her sister died, for her.
The first time she buried a member of her family.
The first birthday she wouldn't be spending with her mother.
Her first birthday since she found out she was the "Key".
Her first birthday since she became a real person.
But these firsts had cost her a lot. Her mother. Her sister.
Her innocence...
Somberly tracing her sister's name, carved in cold stone, Dawn
hoped next years' firsts wouldn't hurt as much.
Or be her last.