Blood. Cries. Fire. Aurora shut her eyes tight, willing the gruesome battle scene to disappear. She opened her eyes again, but nothing changed. To her utmost horror, she found her 3-year-old sister Lily standing among the fighting wolves in her pajamas about 100 meters away. Lily hugged tight her favorite plush toy to her chest. Tears stained her chubby cheeks. “Momma, Aurora,” she cried. “Lily,” Aurora shouted, weaving with great difficulty among the snapping and thrashing wolves. “Kill them all,” a loud gruff voice ordered. “Lily,” Aurora called, pumping her legs to run faster toward her sister. Hearing her name, Lily stopped crying and turned her head. “Aurora.” She reached out her arms even though there was still distance between them. 10 meters away, then she could take her sister to a safe place. Aurora used all the strength she could master to run to her sister’s aid. Their hands touched briefly. Then there was a rough hand lifting her sister off the ground. It wa
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