The Rise of SALVADOR...
By: ~ Anna R. Davenport ~
Imagine waking up to your worst nightmare, wanting nothing more than wishing it could be a dream, everything you love and care about being taken away from you...
Breathing heavily, hiding in this damp ice cold forest, looking for a warmer place to hide...
Why am I hiding, because I am afraid, I am alone and I am in danger...
Danger lurks everywhere, but this one place I am camouflaged in the forest, is the only safe place in Norther Dale'...
My Mission is to join these rebels located beyond my reach, Salvador...
Only 1,000 miles left to go, but on foot, for now at least seems a nearly impossible task...
Tired, and nearly Frozen,
I look over my shoulders and through all the branches,
to make sure I am alone,
then I suck my breath in and hold it;
listening to the dead silence ...
Hoping to hear nothing but my own heartbeat...
Thud, Thud, Thud...
my heart keeps racing despite the fact that I know I am now safe;
far away from THE INVADERS;
that is what Ma, & Pa called them before they tore us apart...
Only I was the lucky one because I escaped...
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