~ Poppy~
My back was against the wall, and my chest heaved with the way I was breathing heavily. Aradhel, my only elven friend, had sacrificed herself for this group. The thing that was f*****g with my head was that, for some reason, when she proclaimed to be an elven, I felt immediate, swift relief that it wasn't going to be Thalion who died at the hands of these monsters. Quickly, the feeling of joy knowing I wasn't losing him was then replaced by shame, even though, yeah, I got to keep Thalion with me. I had lost her. I had lost her to the worst kinds of creatures, I had lost her to a pack that didn´t even resemble the pack I used to love and thrive in. What had happened to them? How did they become so twisted? Now I was plain scared, for her, for him. Thalion would never be himself if
