Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
By: Kaytlin
Another good morning hunting the enemies of my father and mother. They have become few and far between unfortunately and did not put up much of a fight. We tried to find those who had skills and honor in battle, only to find those who were unskilled, or weak in the stomach for battle. Those that did stand to face us died bravely, those that ran, well their ancestors turned away in shame.