As she settled down in her bedroom for the night, Jadyn began reading through her grandfather's information packet. While humming a song called Hero by Heather Dale. An artist that her mother had loved before she had died and got it recorded with other songs for her daughter to listen to.
"You think if you set the price/They'll turn me in/You think that when I'm up upon the pike/You'll win/They'll say that I was/Fighting/For the spirit of the law/What will they say/About you/When I'm gone/You murdered and you stole the home I gave/Though I prefer a happy end/No man can cheat the grave/I know what they'll remember/In the words of every song/What will they say about you/When I'm gone/They'll say/We stared into the wind/That tore away our breath/We left behind a message/That can't be claimed by death/A hero lives forever/For the ones that carry on/{Carry On}/What will they say/{Will they say}/ About you/When I;m gone."
Her father smiled as he thought to himself,"Anya, I think you would've loved how our daughter grew up into one hell of a fine young woman. Gifts and all."
After a while, things had gotten quiet in her room, and he checked up on her, noting that she fell asleep from reading through one of the packets of information. So,he set both of them on her bedside table while pulling a blanket up over her body and gently brushing a tuft of hair back behind her ear and turning off the light for the night.
As the young woman slept, she saw in her mind's eye, the hellish nightmare that her father and everyone else had to live to see another day and to keep on fighting for an unknown and uncertain future to have and to be finally be able to have children and rebuild as well.
As the dream went off on the wings of a dove, she saw her family's farmhouse where her parents stayed and became very intimate with each other and together, had her in the darkest hours before the dawn.
Somehow,she knew that she had to head back home before the situation gets any worse.
