A lush meadow greets me, my short legs hidden in the tall grass and wildflowers as I walk towards the weeping willow tree, wiping angrily at my tears. This is my happy place; I refuse to cry here.
"Gem, who hurt you this time, Little Wolf?" A soft, melodious voice fills my ears as I lean against the tree where she waited.
"My parents, as usual," I whimper, feeling strong arms pick me up and hold me gently to a warm body, one who smells like the wildflowers here.
"What happened this time?" Lizaria, the elf who guards this hidden meadow, continues, her long black hair blowing in the wind as she comforts me.
"The usual. Alex and I were playing but I was told to leave him alone. I will never be important to them, will I?" I answer, my voice growing quiet as I look into the elf's
