DarkColibri

Disappearing behind the barren mountains, the sun strengthened once again to plunge the surrounding wasteland into a reddish glow. Thunder echoed in the distance herding a wall of gathering clouds, it smelled of rain. Lowering her head again, the lonesome girl continued to pursue the stony path. Her petite body was enveloped in a holey potato sack, cobbled together hopelessly out of a few animal hides. Barely enough to cover all parts of her dirty skin, or provide sufficient protection from the harsh weather, the rags hampered her pace even further by dangling into her tread now and then. Stumbling forward barefooted on the cracked, drought-