The last altruist

The last altruist

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It was a sunny afternoon following a very stormy evening. A fisherman notices a small empty boat on the calm waters of the river. He approached it and discovered a young girl sleeping peacefully under many algae. Despite waking up in a stranger's house, she remains calm and serene, a smile even appears on her face when she sees the sleeping dog at the foot of the bed. Her first words, "Thank you for your help, I promise to make your dream come true". Amazing words from a 5-year-old girl. Who is she and where does she come from? What is this dream?
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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