orphan
[neonclan challenge]
that was how i remembered it, from the sliver of wintry light seeping through a slit in the den wall.
a low-slung moon, trees wrapped in ebony, wailing and quaking against the death-ridden air.
melancholy and grim.
i retreated from the frigid waft of air and shrunk back. i could hear the foreign warriors' orders ringing out. the chime of chills etching into spines.
had i ran away that day, i wouldn't be here.
i looked to the guard outside—my capturer. on my right, my mother.
sad how she didn't make it this time.