prologue
Lily's eyes shot open to the smell of burning flesh, and smoke pushing itself in her lungs. She sat up in a rush of adrenaline, looking around herself hysterically. The small tent was filled with black smoke and she saw a little boy in his bed. She ran to him, trying to shake him awake. He was only five, she'd known him since he was just a baby.
»Lo», she said. »Lo?» he wouldn't react to Lily's touch and she stopped. Despite knowing there was nothing she could do, she took him in her arms and carried him out of the tent. She coughed as she walked and nearly fell over the bodies that laid on the clearing. She looked up, and saw the entire village aflame. The tents were burning down, the villagers laid on the ground, some still breathing, gasping for fresh air. She didn't know who to help first.
Her eyes burnt in tears from both anger and the smoke, as she ran across the clearing and into the forest. She then saw her father lay on the ground, with an arrow piercing his chest, and ran back.
»Father», she yelled, leaving the boy on the ground. Her father was badly injured, beyond help. Who would do such a thing? But Lily knew exactly who. The most mischievous and cruel. The ones that had attacked their village to many times before, the Lost Boys.
