A figure swept through the night. It kept to the shadows. Running along the dirt path it turned and stopped. Stepping out into the night, the figure bent down in front of a doorway. It sat something down, then turned on its heel and sprinted away.
The object moved, then the covering fell down. A baby girl sat there. She opened her eyes, and screamed. Doors opened and slammed shut. The front door creaked open. An old ladie's face appeared. She opened the door all the way and picket up the basket. "Hello little one," she whispered fondly. She smiled lightly and then went back, inside. Shutting the door.
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Through the Fog
FantasyArtemis Wingthorn was abandoned when she was just a baby. At age 10, a day before her birthday, she ran away from her foster home. She began to live in the woods. Then she met an elder. She became immortal and began to travel. She made new freinda a...
