Michael ducked down. Four Grown-Ups trudged through the thick forest. His bow slung across his shoulder, with his quiver attached to his jeans. He drew and arrow, and retreated back into the torn down school that he called his home. He peared from behind the piller where he took shelter. He knew that he had to say something to get their attention because he knew what they had done.
"What'd you do with him?" Michael's voice rang out proud and clear. He stepped out from the base, and leaned his weight on to one leg.
"Come again?" One of the Grown-Ups said. She was the second shortest of the group, and had long blonde hair, and stunning blue eyes. The shortest was a Latin woman, with short brown hair, pulled into a ponytail. The others were two men, one tall, and muscular, with short brown hair, and dark brown eyes, and the other was a bit fat with short brown hair and a matted beard.
"I said what'd you do with him? Peter?" Michael said, taking a step closer. Children with weapons emerged around them, circling them. "Check their arms." Michael ordered. His soldiers rolled up the Grown-Up's sleaves, to reveal clear wrists, no burns.
"We're not Malitia." The short Latin one said.
"What's Malitia?" Michael replied.
"Oh, uh... Do you have a leader of some sort?" The blonde one said.
"Where are your parents?" The man with no beard said.
"Follow me." Michael said directed to the girls, and not the annoying man. They followed him into the ruins of the school. He lead them into what would be the principal's office. Sitting in the middle of the room, with long sword in hand, surrounded by a few different types of weapons, was the Children's Leader, Maya Kathryn Mason.
