NOTE: THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT. The new draft can be found in my book 'Terres' Wren is afraid of marked ones. Their steely demeanors and the wings on their backs send a cold shiver down her spine. She knows they don't have it easy. The very lucky ones end up as guardians of the caravan. The unlucky ones end up reaver food...
Just another girl, penning down her random thoughts and possible feelings. An amateur. A confessor.
After turning twelve Momotaro experiences strange things happening to his body. He realizes that it has something to do with his departed mother. When he follows the only lead he has it brings him closer to the truth along with what else hides with it.
