A Series of Oneshots.
Lost Hope

By: Bluespark

Disclaimer: No own.

AN: Bleargh. I feel awful. Extremely depressed.

She sat at the bottom of the old dried well.

Why did this happen? Why bring her to the past if she would only get yanked away from her friends, her love, her kit?

The raven-haired girl shook with unshed tears and wiped smoky grey eyes with a sleeve.

She climbed slowly out of the decrepit old well to face yet another day.