The whole village goes about in an uproar with a lost goal. A bleak future lingers and they continue to take away every man and child that can hold a stick. This senseless tactic killing us from the inside out. If only I could command...<br/>Such hopes of my foolish mind are shattered with a self analysis of a pathetic me, I fear being taken away and have no one to fight for. The only thing I can wield is a stick, my body lacking in physic that is necessary. I fear death and venture away from the "gathering" juxtaposing the penalty of death.<br/>As the nights plunder farther into the winters, my escape through these trees become tougher. I'm losing it all with these trails of escape. No money or home, maybe these woods are my final resting place...