The Single spark in the forest of dried Leaves..

[Garett Gwenour]

Stephen had seen the look of silent regret and helplessness in all their eyes. They had conceded defeat and they were ready to accept it. But Stephen was not, he had learned in his life that getting involved to help change was needed, but he would not lead the charge. He had opened their eyes that the way they felt was shared by others. They were not alone, they were many and they could start change.
But Stephen would not lead them. Stephen would not walk them through it. It was there quest now, it was their goal not his. They would need to rely upon each their blood and in their homes they would stick together and pull through.
Stephen had started the spark that would quickly burn into a flame.


(edited for spelling)

[Bailey Thunnigan]

Bailey closed the heavy wooden gates of the south entry and turned around into the direction of the marketplace.
While her metal boots made a loud noise over the cobble stone she shrugged her thoughts off.
It wasn't of her concern and she didn't saw any bad in it.
"Why not", she thought.