"Brrrrrrr....." Whimpered Kenny, shivering rapidly, alone, "does it have to be this bloody cold?"
He was alone, no family, no shelter, only his survival skills can help him. Cold was the night as the blistering cold wind blasted his frostbitten face, mocking him. Nature's wrath is cruel, it does not spare.
Morning arose upon the lifeless trees, warming up his frozen face; gleaming with warmth, he painstakingly stood up and started trekking down the hill. Kenny was an abandoned lonely child that grew up amongst the wolves. His family line was never known, all he knew was that his parents never cared about him - nor did he care about his parents. He was a blonde haired child with a crooked nose and a round face. His fingers were like none others, he was born with fingers the strength of oak trees. Strong and tough, he was still vulnerable to Nature's Wrath.
"Darn, blasted!" He cried agonizingly as the wind engulfed him in their presence. He though for a moment, " This is where I say goodbye, this is where the world says goodbye , not even with my family, my wolf pack... Goodbye world!"
" Arf! Arf!"
"What is this?" Cried Kenny.
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Nature's Wrath
AdventureThou art know Wrath Thou art know Nature But thou art know Nature's Wrath Winter Autumn Summer Spring Four seasons Only one is Natures wrath Cold Blistering This is the season Death is what is Explained
