Thursday, August 13, 2009
She had been waiting all her life for the Walk. So impatient she had been the last days, that she had eaten her own hair. But now that it has begun, she's afraid. Fear is all she will know from this day forward. Training is over. It is time for war.
I really shouldn't post this yet. I'm nowhere near done. And I should move in the 9th figure more into the page - it bugs me.