The Girl had been walking for miles. She was tired and her legs felt like they weighed a ton. Her eyes felt like they were going to close, although the girl fought to keep them open, she fought to stay on her two legs. She eventually reached a turnstile, and climbed over it. She could barely see where she was going, the dark sky falling around her like a thick cloak of darkness. She ran across the fields, reaching a footpath. The air was cold and thin, it chilled her body, and the rain stung her cheeks like knives. She reached a small, gathered village, the houses so close it was as they were huddling for warmth. The smoke in the air clouded around the...