a little boy no older than 8 looks up to his older brother

  “[Redacted] why are we running from [Redacted]?”

  [Redacted] looks back at his sister

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  “I thought we were family?”

  Flying as fast as he can with [Redacted]

  “We are family but that is something I can’t explain to you until you are older.”

  Finally losing her [Redacted] with [Redacted] settles down under a canopy of trees

  “But please do not hold hatred for what she does to us. She is hurt.”