She walked down the trail, the wind brushing past the trees and letting her long chestnut brown hair flow gently with it. The girl paid no attention, ..
It had been one grand ole battle, but in the end all she had to show for it was sitting a pile or rotting hay and rusted jail cell bars. She smiled co..
She was back at the village. But instead of seeing people swarming around and going about their daily business like last time, all she saw was a dead..