AvC : The Keeper

The clear blue sky was starting to get darker in shades. The sun was setting, while the moon was slowly rising up.

A lone figure was standing in the rows of broken shells.

She was only two feet tall, clearly a newborn child, standing naked as her short white hair ruffled by the cold wind. But the child, with a particular blood for an Avian race, did not feel cold at all. For her, and for the rest of her race, this breeze was humid and the strong winds just brought them a tickling sensation in their skin.

Liam, who was left alone in the valley, stared at the horizon. She was cursing inside.

'Damn.'

'Are my parents late? Are they some kind of rich novice who forgot their kid because they were so busy with other responsibilities?'