My second attempt at a story, well, poem anyways. This is something that came to me randomly.

*Hey! I'm Clover! I'm here to say that none of this belongs to us, so don't go asking!*


In a Land far from here,
Existed a grand place,
Rivers ran Clean, Food grew Plentiful,
A Utopia if one ever existed.
Children Danced and Played,
Fearing not the Shadows and Sorrows of the world,
Until Betrayal tore the Land into shambles.

Years passed and Fears ruled the Land,
But Hope still existed within the Shadows.
In a Great Forest lives a Team,
Family of none but each other,
For the Shadows created,
A Fate worse than Death,
And Trapped the ones they loved.

They remember those lost families,
Stolen when only five summers of their lives had passed,
And they vowed to Unite those souls lost in Darkness,
With the Freedom that had been Taken from them.

With Hope in their Hearts, Determined and Strong,
Those Orphans of War formed a Rebel Group.
A Legacy was Lost, But another was Born.
They Led their Lost loved ones,
Out of Capture, and into Freedom.