Sūrrēndēr

It soon became clear that she was not lost, but abandonned. Her very own parents had left her in the midst of darkness to rot to her bones, to be visiously teared apart by the predators of the darkness. The girls' vision started to fade as she walked along the road with the little energy she had remaining. Her feet blistered and her muscles in agony, she kept walking to forfill her human instincts. Her little finger tips began to turn purple from the cold as the sky approached the night. The spirits gave her sympathy as she approached her final hours of life.