Sofia Vez
When we leave the lake and stroll around in the woods, that boy from the basement is sitting near one of the trees, just staring at the sky blankly.
“What happened to that boy? He is so different from boys his age” I ask Celia. She looks at him and sighs sadly.
“He was banished with his family. They died during their run and he was caught, thrown into dungeons and tortured. The self-claimed sane wolves say the rogues are dangerous, sick insane creatures but what about the ones that have been wronged? Are they sick or pushed to insanity until their survival is at the cost of others' blood?” Celia says, her voice thick with bitterness.
We are always taught to fear rogues. The bad ones ruined any hope or chance for innocent ones.
We continue to walk until her steps become slow
