set a raging fire in the heart of a kid

[Apollo Haddix]

The Dampwoods. :][html]
we prey as wolves among the sheep
and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep

If this damn constant drizzle didn’t cease, he swore he was going to go insane. His silver hair hung in thick, spiked clumps over his soaked blue bandana, wrapped tightly around his forehead. His backpack, which he carried slung over one shoulder, was significantly wet too. He didn’t even want to look inside, for he knew he would most likely discover that all of its contents were equally as wet. Perhaps the worst part of it all was that it wasn’t even real rain. He would have preferred a torrential downpour for a few hours over a couple of days of constant drizzle.



He decided here would most likely be the best place to rest. Even though most of the trees had grown bare, the pines still had potential in offering some shelter. He let his pack slip from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground. Retying the bandana, Apollo cast a glance around, searching for any familiar (or mysterious) faces they might happen to be lurking nearby.

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