Clare Wu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
A girl stands, alone and lost, looking down at the world beneath her feet, slowly crumbling away. Up here, with the harsh sound of the howling wind and the biting chill of the air, she can barely hear the sounds of death that emit from the destruction below, the clash of metal against bone, the pained screams of the damned. Amid the chaos, she sees the children, young and so out of place, with wide eyes and trembling hands, searching desperately for some kind of reprieve. read more