NOTE: THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT. The new draft can be found in my book 'Terres' Wren is afraid of marked ones. Their steely demeanors and the wings on their backs send a cold shiver down her spine. She knows they don't have it easy. The very lucky ones end up as guardians of the caravan. The unlucky ones end up reaver food...
Hello I'm Sasha but it's not important you wouldn't remember if you'd met me and since you haven't then it matters even less. I'm non-existent, a ghost a whisper in the wind that none remember especially those closest to me. So when my invisibility became more actualised I left without remorse and didn't look back. Th...