<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/986826-bigthumbnail_zpsbc53c8f6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gwen Albion<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Ghast<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Team Ghast's room.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Members of Ghast<br/><hr/><br/>Gwen had listened to Erik's account of Dirge's fall to the very end.  Then she put on her headphones and drowned out the rest of the conversation and smiled.<br/><br/>She didn't close her eyes.  She didn't need to.  Even with the music doing its best to cause permanent hearing loss, Gwen could hear the women crying, the newborns wailing, and the men shouting.  There had been confusion and panic.  Her last memory of her father had been at breakfast that day.  To this day, she didn't know what had happened to him.  Some of the Huntsmen who had survived claimed he had been fighting on the front lines while other claimed he had covered the retreat of the civilians.  Gwen had come to accept the fact that she would likely never know.<br/><br/>Her brother, Arthur, on the other hand had returned to their home.  He'd helped them gather the important things and then escorted them to where people were gathering.  He had calmed their mother and their sister, Jennifer, and had told Gwen to be brave.  He'd given them each a rifle, and then he, Erik, and several other young militiamen began escorting the evacuees away from Dirge.<br/><br/>Gwen couldn't remember how long they had traveled, but it had seemed like a long time.  Gwen remembered seeing the shadows of the Wulfs, lopping after them along the treeline.  Arhtur had to her not to worry, that he and the others would handle them.  Gwen had readied her rifle anyway.  She'd lined up a shot and was about ready to fire when someone had stopped her, taken her rifle, and knocked her into the snow.  Erik had been the one to help her up.  She'd never understood why he wasn't fighting with the other militiamen, especially when he was Arthur's partner, or why he'd allowed someone to prevent her from helping.<br/><br/>It would've been just like Arthur to tell Erik to take care of the children.<br/><br/>For the first time in the last few days, Gwen gave their leader a friendly smile.  Ten years of resentment and blame wasn't easy to forgive, but she had become an expert at forgetting.  She simply had to snicker and shake her head when Grimsby took a drink without offering any to the rest of them.<br/><br/>Gwen remained on her bed, listening to her music, until the others began to get ready for class.  She watched, and when it looked like they were ready to leave, she turned off her music and followed them out of the room.