29- “Legends of WolfPine Valley”.
Aurora Black.
Aiden and I followed the little girl through the ruins of Wolfpine Valley, as she led us to where her mother is. We quietly followed behind her, our steps fast while she ran with her small legs, and my frown deepened taking note of the rag she had on in the name of clothes and how her face was covered with dirt—not to mention the tangled hair that seemed to much of a mess.
But my heart did not ache for just her, but as well as every other kid I have seen in the same condition as her. Some glanced at us with sunken cheeks and eyes that spoke of the years worth of suffering they had to live in, the air thick with neglect by the leaders and something darker that made cold chills run down my body. Nonetheless, Aiden and I still followed the
