ÇHÄPTĘR THRĘĘ
Life or Death
Soon that wonderful joy had swept away as a band of soliders rode into the small town burning and killing anyone and everything in sight. Mrs. Crescent took a black smokey horse as she packed the baby's things. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried knowing she could not go with the beloved child. The mother slapped the horse's rear as the steed rode off into the dissent.
