III – Minerva
The rotten smell of death,
all over the school.
The lost ones,
all over the school.
Chaos.
Strength and courage,
gone.
The helpless feeling of
defeat.
Until she saw it.
His defenseless body,
behind the concrete ruins.
His eyes - once curious,
eager, happy -
now empty.
Camera in one hand,
wand in the other.
So small, yet so brave.
Three words,
not in vain.