Her silver eyes fixed on the valley below, auburn hair blowing in the breeze. This was the time to prey on hunters.
Stretching her bow she waited
patiently for final retribution. If she should die, she would die victorious. They were going to fall, one by one.
we hadden geen geld, geen knikkers jij & ik we speelden met zand met onze handen bouwden wij de mooiste kastelen we had no money, no marbles you & I we played with sand with our hands we built the most beautiful castles