Literature
Innocence is not always White (a novel)-Chapter 1
Low, agonizing cries tore between the trees, sharp and short. A losing battle. Labored grunts. Sounds of snow, scattered by wary, tired paws. The reek of blood…. corruption. Why, why, why, WHY! CURSES! Here I am, running like a moronic pup that has been scolded by its mother! I should be there, protecting and dying with my pack! Damn you, Shenha, why did you order me to run? I… I…. I…. Everything was so perfect just yesterday. SHENHA, YOU OLD FART! Why did you die to save me? WHY? ……..
Oh, Hlavin!
Narvin behou vernahra du ,
Dervi meru feranru.
Menhari torni dre
Vernae derbi fertre...
The silver