"Unfortunately, no," Micah's smile turned sad. "We never had cameras where I lived, and even if we ended up with pictures, they wouldn't have survived the fires..." He dug something out of his pocket. "But I do have this one." He shows Damian a small picture. "My......tracher, she took this of me a week after my village was destoyed."
The picture shows ten-year-old Micah standing in front of a wall, holding a card with all of his information on it. In the picture, Micah looks at the camera with narrowed eyes and flared wings, though his expression is more confused than angry. His hair looks singed at the tips, and reaches his jawline. The card reads:
10 yrs, 3 mos.
Micah stares at it, almost like he can't believe the kid in the picture is him.