Faydra ran. As fast as her legs could carry her. It was storming. The worst storm she had ever been outside in. But she didn’t care. Lightning struck a near by tree. Fire engulfed it and made the ground shake. This only made her run faster. She didn’t care. If she was struck by lightningContinue reading “Fight… Dad… Please…!”
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