This story takes place in the Halo universe. Don't worry, you don't need to be familiar with the lore, everything will be explained in the story.

For the people from the lore. Annabeth is originally a late generation AI that was developed after studying Cortana. However, Annabeth Chase is unique among AIs. She was based on fully synthetic DNA while other AI's are fashioned from donor's brains.

Like Cortana, Annabeth was assigned to the Spartan program. Her choice of companion fell on Spartan Perseus-118 and she has been his companion ever since.

At the age of twenty Perseus was traveling on the corvette UNSC Abraham Lincoln in cryostasis. The ship went missing and was assumed to have been destroyed by the Covenant.

Twenty years later the wreckage of the Abraham Lincoln was found by chance drifting in interstellar space by the UNSC Stallion. The Stallion sent out a distress signal and was joined by the UNSC Infinity only hours later. Spartan Sarah Palmer found Spartan-118's cryo pod in the Abram Lincoln's cargo bay and she recovered the pod with the help of fire team Majestic.

On board, the UNSC Infinity technicians revived Perseus and quickly noticed that he wasn't logged in the Spartan Database.

When the Infinity returned 118 to Fleet Command the mystery was solved and Perseus was officially added to the list of Spartan 2s. A few day later the AI Annabeth Chase chose him as her host.

Perseus

"Pilot set a course for these coordinates," Perseus ordered

"Yes sir," the pilot replied and a moment later the Pelican turned on the new heading.

Perseus opened a map on his HUD.

The familiar voice rang out and once again he couldn't decide if the voice was coming from the helmets intercom or from inside his head. It was his AI, Annabeth Chase.

"Twenty clicks Seaweed brain? The Covenant is preparing to glass the planet. Maybe we should get out of here, we've tested our luck enough over the last few days."

The pet names were against regulations but no one could really do anything against them interacting. "There are three marines out there and I won't leave them behind Wise Girl," Perseus insisted.

Once he had a good understanding of the terrane he would be working in he closed the map he checked the ammo indicator on his MH5D.

He was pleased to find that it was still nearly full. Thirty rounds and he still had seven spare mags.

"It's your call," Annabeth told him but he could sense her disapproval. I sighed and reached to the back of my head and pulled out the chip card and held it out on my palm in front of me. The Image of a shimmering, five inches tall transparent blue teenage girl with a combat knife strapped to her leg appeared hovering over his hand.

The girl had long, curly blond hair, a graceful face with high cheek bones and was dressed casually, apart from the combat knife. She also had a half open school bag slung over her shoulder with books sticking out. Others had told him that Annabeth looked like a nerd, not that he knew any civilian children so just had to accept that claim.

The holographic girl crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. "Do I have to explain the concept of the proper usage of military resources to you?"

"This isn't a waist Wise Girl. It's a question of doing what is right. Now tell me what you know about our marines?"

Annabeth blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Privates second class Piper McLean and Frank Zang and Private third class Hazel Levesque. It was Piper McLean who sent out the distress call. They belonged to Gamma Company and from what Private McLean reported they are the only survivors.

"This is nearly a lone survivor scenario..."

The holographic image gazed at me intently.

"Spartan, an enemy AA position just popped up on our radar. I won't be able to get you closer. If you want I can find you an LZ close by."

Annabeth rolled her eyes and gave Perseus the thumbs up and he inserted the small chip into a slot in the back of his helmet.

"Pilot, there is a creek four hundred meters ahead. Hold position there, we will jump," Annabeth ordered.

An Image of her face appeared in a window on the left side of Perseus's HUD.

"Will do Ma'am. You too Spartan," the Pilot said.

"Wise Girl, scan the com channels for any signs of our missing marines."

"Of course Seaweed brain," the AI replied.

"Okay, we are in position," the pilot announced and Perseus opened the aft loading ramp.

Perseus stepped over the edge of the aft platform and dropped through the air.

Thirty feet.

When his feet hit made contact with the smooth pebbles of the river bed he rolled forward and came back up on one knee with his rifle at the ready in the middle of the creek, surrounded by a dense forest.

"We're clear have a nice day," Annabeth told the pilot.

"Good luck you two!" the pilot said and a moment later the drop ship accelerate and slip out of sight.

"Okay, the last transmission came from a point about twenty-one clicks north. Considering the terrain and our average speed I believe we should be on station around nightfall. It is logical that they will have moved and are on the run so if things go bad and we can't reach them on the radio we should be able to find them in four hours. That would leave us approximately seven hours until the Covenant fleet is in position to glass the planet if they work after usual pattern. In that time we need to either clear the out the enemy AA guns which will be difficult or if possible leave the combat zone. We will be cutting this very close either way."

"Thank you for the update," Perseus muttered and jogged over to the edge of the creek and climbed up the shoreline. I gazed into the darkness. Thermo and motion sensors showed nothing apart from a handful of reptile-bird like animals that called this planet a home.

Piper

Hazel's usually chocolate skin was nearly gray and the girl was sweating and just maintaining consciousness. "Hazel, stay awake," Frank begged her. He then unbuckled the clasp under Hazel's chin and pulled off her helmet. The girl's hair spilled down from her back.

Piper's grip on her assault rifle tightened at the sight of her heavily injured friend.

Frank turned to her with pleading eyes.

"Piper, do something!"

Piper bit her lip, wishing she could do something. Despite being the same rank as Frank she had somehow ended up in charge.

"What am I supposed to do? I already called for help and did my best to fill Hazel's wound up with bio foam," Piper groaned.

Hazel had gotten hit in the gutt by a Covenant needler. The projectile had penetrated her balistic armor and then turned her inside into swiss cheese.

She had managed to remove the thorn and filled the wound up with the life-saving foam but the wound was still taking its toll. Frank was clutching the girl's hand. I knew that they were secretly in love. Everyone in the Company had known it but stayed silent. Romance in a unit was forbidden but as long as the two didn't actually start dating you could turn a blind eye.

We were currently hidden in a small cave under a tree, the place used to serve my platoon as a hide out during maneuvers. Now it was our hideout. I glanced up at the twisted wood of the trees underside and dropped down onto the moss. No more light seeped through the tree's canopy, the only light came from the small field lamp.

"I'll go out and see if I can find a field surgeon kit or something. See if you can keep Private Levesque from cooling down."

"Yes Ma'am," Frank whispered.

Then Frank got to his feet and saluted. "Yes sir!" he repeated, this time louder.

"Carry on," Piper muttered and pulled on her helmet.

She climbed up, using tree routes as handholds. He silently cursed my choice to join the military, my father had been right. It had been a mistake. The moment she had turned eighteen she had joined the UNSC marine corps.

She had come from an extremely wealthy family, her father was one of the most important and famous celebrities throughout the human colonies. Piper could have had a bright future, instead, she was stuck here with poor chances of survival.

In a mind fart of Patriotism, she had joined the military and now here she was, fighting for her life after nearly her entire unit had been wiped out.

Once she cleared the hole she stayed silent for a moment listening intently. Nothing...

It was dark already although she could still see some golden sunlight high up above.

Finally, she started walking, hunched over with my rifle at the ready. However, she kept the safety on. There was no reason to risk giving away her location by any involuntary gunshots.

She moved through the darkness, careful to stay low and silent. It took me nearly half an hour to reach their encampment. Alpha Company had set up camp on a hill in the middle of a clearing. At the time Piper had been proud if the camp.

They had had everything from dug out trenches dug at the base of the hill to chain gun emplacements and walls made of sandbags. The center of the camp had been filled with tents.

Then the Covenant had thrown in wave after wave of grunts at us. After the fifth wave only Zang, Levesque, and herself had been left so while the Covenant had been regrouping they slipped away in the forest, right before the Covenant had bombed the base to Valhalla from space.

Piper reached the clearing's edge and saw the smoldering remains of what once had been her home. Where once had been a hill was now only flat ground, as smooth as a mountain lake.

Millions of tiny glass crystals sparkled blood red in the last rays of sunlight. The rest of the clearing was littered with the blackened craters and corpses of humans and covenant combatants alike.

She started moving around the clearing, searching for something useful. Sure enough, she found all the goodies she had been hoping to find. She found a few clips of Ammo for her rifle and quickly stowed the ammo away in her bag. She also found a shotgun which she strapped to my back.

A moment later she stumbled along a Jackhammer launcher with three spare missiles. She attached the launcher to the side of her pack and missiles also disappeared into the bag. She also found a box of military rations which joined her ammo and missiles.

Finally, she found it, a red case with a white cross on it.

Grinning to herself she shouldered her rifle and grabbed it.

Everything was going great right up until she heard the familiar grunting sounds.

Piper quickly dove towards the tree line and found cover just as a group of ten grunts lumbered out onto the clearing. The small, short, hunched back creatures, wearing methane filled environment were armed with needlers and plasma pistols.

A sharp crack cut through the air from maybe twenty feet behind her...

A cold pit settled in the bottom of Piper's stomach as she slowly turned around. There he was, wearing red armor even though he hadn't spotted her yet which explained why she wasn't here yet. It was an Elite or Sangeli.

Very slowly and carefully Piper put down the crate. Then, even slower she pulled one of her two remaining frag grenades from her belt and pulled out pin with her teeth. Piper took careful aim, counted to three and threw the grenade.

When the small ball landed between the Elites feet, the eight feet tall alien warrior cried out in surprise. To late. The explosive detonated and the elites shields flickered and died. Shrapnel tore through armor and flesh filling the air with a mist of blue blood.

Piper didn't wait for the grunts to react and sent her second and last grenade flying towards them. Her luck seemed to be holding because the explosion sent three of the grunts flying.

The remaining grunts raised their weapons and opened the fire.

Piper flattened herself against the ground and rolled behind a rock just as the plasma bolts and purple crystal thrones hissed past her head. She heard the crystals shattering against the rock. Plasma whizzed past her and splattered over the stone, vaporizing the rock.

The private switched to fully automatic and rolled to the side.

She took aim at one of the little suckers and opened fire. Her hands were shaking so much that it was much more likely that she would hit any of the other grunts than the one she was actually aiming at. One of the shredder rounds found its mark and punctured the grunts methane filled environment suite.

She was already on my feet, the air around me filled with plasma and crystal needles.

Finally, she found a large tree and ducked behind it. The grunts didn't stop shooting.

Piper peeked around the tree bark and returned fire but wasn't sure if she had hit anything.

So far she has been able to pull herself together, despite being terrified to death but slowly she felt panic starting to seep through the read haze created by the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

A purple glowing crystal shot past her, only inches from my face.

Piper shrank back behind the tree and realized that she was screaming, but unable to hear my voice over the song of battle.

Then she knew it, she was sure that she was going to die. The realization hit her with the force of a Mac-gun.

The young marine turned on her radio and her headset clicked. "This is Piper McLean, 27th marines, Alpha Company, Third platoon! Axios!" she screamed and tore around the tree with her rifle raised and changed towards the grunts, my finger pinning down the trigger.

Green plasma hissed past her, missing me by mere inches.

Suddenly her feet only hit air and for a second she was weightless. Then she crashed into solid rock, pain shooting up from her knee.

She had fallen into one of the many craters.

Piper nearly laughed. She had gone from falling in a heroic charge to dying in a hole.

Suddenly machine gunfire pierced the night followed by an explosion and the sound of grunts and jackals screaming. Then silence, dead silence.

Ignoring her knee and climbed out of the crater. It was dark now and the air was thick with smoke that stung in her eyes. No sign of the grunts.

Two floodlights lit up from maybe fifty feet away from where she was standing. Piper raised her rifle and pointed it the source of the light.

Her earpiece came to life with a female voice. "Private McLean, this is UNSC AI Annabeth Chase, hold fire."

Piper froze.

The lights started moving towards her and slowly she could make out a large form approaching.

Piper turned on the flashlight mounted under my rifle and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was one of the tallest men she had ever seen in my life and he was wearing olive green and black armor.

It was a Spartan.

She had heard of these legendary warriors but until now I had never actually seen one and judging by his size he was a Spartan 2. One of the originals.

When he stopped a few feet away from her she realized that at her full height I would just reach his sternum. He had to be at least seven foot tall, if not more.

"You are Private McLean?" the Spartan asked with a deep and metallic voice.

Piper nodded and found her voice again. "Yes, sir. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to save you," he announced.

"Hey, I'm here too!" the girl's voice rang out again. Suddenly she understood that the girl was an AI, linked to the Spartan.

"Where are Privates Zang and Levesque?"

"At our hideout," she reported with a dry throat.

Piper pulled herself together and stood up a bit straighter.

"Let's get going, we have a long way to walk tonight," the Spartan announced.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Call me Perseus. Now start moving. More Covenant will be on its way when this patrol doesn't report in. Also, the Covenant will glass this planet in a few hours. It would be best if we could witness that from space rather than from down here," he replied.

"Just a moment," Piper said I hurried back to the trees to retrieve the medical kit. Once she had returned to the Armored giant they hurried back in direction of the hideout, Perseus easily keeping pace with her. Somehow he managed to stay perfectly silent.

As they walked, Annabeth Chase, the AI stayed silent or if she talked she only did with her armored host.

When the first Banchy passed overhead Perseus took the lead, telling her when to take cover and when to move. Despite his size, the Spartan was hard to see in his dark green, nonreflective armor. He also moved with nearly impossible agility, despite his size.

Finally, they reached the tree.

"We are there," she hissed. Piper led Perseus over to the hole and slid down first where she was met by Frank who was pointing his rifle at her. Relief washed over his face when he recognized her. "Piper, I-"

"Look who I found while I was out," Piper cut across him and cleared the entrance just as Percy slid down the hole.

Franks jaw dropped, then he gathered his senses. "Private Levesque just lost consciousness. There was nothing I could do about it." His voice was unnaturally high-pitched and filled with rising panic.

"Pull yourself together Private Zang and get ready move out. McLean, give me that medical kit and check your loot. We've got a long way to walk."

Perseus crawled over to Hazel and Piper handed him the red case. Then she pulled off backpack and started going through her new things.

"Is she going to be alright?" Frank, who was still kneeling next Hazel asked.

The Spartan grabbed the collar of Hazel's kevlar vest and tore the body armor apart as if it was only toilet paper. The camo jumpsuit under the armor was drenched in dark red blood.

"Private, if you insist on staying here you could at least help. Open her camo outfit." While I was checking my gear I watched as Frank unzipped the front Hazels jumpsuit exposing the girls dark, blood covered skin. "Bio-foam layer is broken. She is about to go into a coma."

The black Spartan opened the medical kit. "Private Zang, standby bio foam. McLean, stop staring. You have your orders. We are moving out in ten."

True to his word they climbed out of the hole within ten minutes. After a shot of Adrenaline Hazel was back in the world of the living. She had gulped down a military ration to get back to strength and was now able to move mostly by herself. Frank was steadying her as they walked because on her own she would still be crawling.

Perseus took point, his rifle at the ready and Piper made up the rear making sure Hazel and Frank didn't fall behind. Hazel had at first been terrified of their new companion and it had taken a few minutes for her to get used to the armored giant.

They walked in silence and Piper was surprised by how little fear she was feeling. Considering that she was on a planet that was overrun by the Covenant, had just nearly lost her entire unit, was nineteen years old and fighting for her life she was keeping it together very well.

There was also the minor snag that the planet she was currently on would be burned to cinders in a few hours.

Then there was the nearly 7.9ft tall Spartan who was trying his best to keep them alive but was about as warm as the average snowman which wasn't helping with her slowly rising panic.

As the next hour past her worries concerning Hazel grew. The girl looked like death itself. Her face was covered in grime, blood, and bruises and her eyes were shining with pain. She even heard her wincing with every step.

Something screeched in the distance and Perseus spun around.

"It's a Jackel.l," Annabeth's voice rang in their ear pieces, breaking the silence for the first time in a while. Both Frank and Hazel flinched and I remembered that they hadn't been introduced to the AI before.

Annabeth Chase didn't seem to have any intentions of introducing herself because she stayed silent. "McLean, take point! Just head north. I am going to buy you some time and will catch up with you later. Now get moving. Double time marines."

Piper saluted. "Yes, sir!"

The Spartan spun around and sprinted off in the direction they had come from with what had to be at least fifty kilometers an hour.

Frank looked at her expectantly and even Hazel seemed to be trying to pull herself together. Just then her legs gave away.

Frank noticed and caught her just before she hit the ground.

She was unconscious.

"Carry her. Perseus is right, we can't wait. With Hazel defenseless, we would be sitting ducks." Frank looked down at Hazel nervously, then scooped the petite girl up into his arms and laid her over his shoulder like in basic training.

Piper policed Hazel's rifle and slung her own MA2D over her back. "Let's move out."

This time Piper stayed at Franks side as they walked through the dark forest. After a few minutes, the distant rattle off fully automatic gun fire and the whining of plasma pistols echoed through the dark woods followed by a few explosions.

"Looks like our new friend is giving the Covies a warm welcome," Piper noted, trying to sound upbeat."

After a minute or two, the gunfire fell silent. Suddenly another fire fight broke out in the distance, this time a bit farther away.

"Maybe we should hurry up," Piper suggested.

"You're not carrying someone. Are you?" Frank complain.

"I'm carrying our supplies. You are carrying your girlfriend," Piper snapped back.

"She isn't my girl-" he fell silent. "Got the message."

They continued on their way through the thick woods, praying that the Covenant didn't catch up to them. They heard four more gunfights somewhere of the distance before silence fell again.

Was the Covenant catching up to them?

As far as I knew Perseus could be dead by now.

Sure, Perseus being a Spartan was the physical emancipation of warfare but even he was only a mortal. Suddenly Annabeth's voice rang out from her earpiece again.

"Zang! McLean! We've managed to mop up most of the Convies but a detachment of grunts and Jakels managed to slip past us and are on your trail. We are coming back as fast as possible but they have a considerable headstart."

Piper glanced at Frank who had blank horror written across his face.

"Any advice?" she asked.

The AI was silent for a moment. "Brace yourself. We are coming as fast as possible. Chase out." The connected cutoff.

"What are we going to do?" Frank asked, sounding close to a panic attack.

"Well, we aren't running with Private Levesque out if action and we aren't leaving her behind either," Piper growled and dropped her bag.

Then she detached the Jackhammer launcher from its clasps and handed it to Frank along with the spare missiles.

"Are you planning on running and leaving Hazel behind?" Piper asked. When I mentioned Hazel Frank's face hardened.

"Okay, McLean. Let's do this." Frank put down Hazel and propped her up against the trunk of a thick tree and checked the rocket launcher.

Piper also checked her assault rifle.

A minute later both of had taken cover behind the tree, taking turns to peak for Covenant. "We should spread out. I'm going for the bushes at three O'clock. You stay here," she ordered.

"We should stay together," Frank insisted. He had the wide eyes of a hunted animal so Piper gave in and nodded. "Okay."

Frank sighed. "Here they come."

Piper followed Frank's gaze and realized that he was right. A few grunts were melting out from the darkness.

"Blow them to Valhalla," Piper growled. A 105mm missile roared from its launcher and streaked over one of the grunts and hit one of the ugly dwarves in the chest. The methane filled environment suite exploded and four grunts were engulfed in a ball of fire. A jackel that had just come around a corner screeched and jumped back. Piper turned off her rifle's safety off and took a snapshot at the bushes.

"They are spreading out. We'll be outflanked," Frank hissed.

"Well, we could have done it too " Piper reminded him. Frank sent the last remaining rockets into the brushes. Most missed but one sent pieces of a jackel flying through the air.

The Covenant unit opened fire and plasma bolts screamed past them and hit the trees around them. Plasma splashed over wood and stone, vaporizing whatever it touched.

The two marines took cover and waited for a pause in the barrage. The moment there was a break in the plasma hail she twisted around what was left of the tree and pulled the trigger, spraying the bush with short bursts of shredder rounds.

A grunt squealed when one of the shredder rounds found its mark. A few seconds later Frank also hit something, what seemed to be a Jackel.

The Covenant returned fire, green plasma hissed over and around us. Piper spotted a grunt that was trying to flank them, spun around and opened up on him. Shrapnel rounds tore through the ugly thing and it hit the ground.

Then she went back to firing bursts of bullets at everything that moved.

After a few seconds, Frank managed to kill another grunt. Just then their luck seemed to run out at just that moment.

Perhaps the Covenant had realized how few we were, perhaps the commander had managed to regain control of his troops. Either case, the Covenant pinned them down with cover fire and managed to make sure that they couldn't fight back.

Piper clicked the boom mic. "Perseus! We are pinned down and need help. Where the hell are you?" Piper yelled.

Annabeth's reply came promptly, simple and pleasantly cool. "Stand by." Then only silence.

"She isn't very helpful at the moment!" Frank yelled over the noise of the battle. "I know!" I yelled back and opened up on the Covenant, and then luckily blowing one of the aliens heads away.

My rifle clicked empty...again. Piper ejected the clip and stuffed in a new One and cycled a round into the chamber. Then she continued shooting until the thirty round Clip was empty. She was about to reload again when she heard AP rounds tearing through the bushes with deadly accuracy, cutting down grunts and Jackels.

Then I saw him. A giant Spartan tore through the trees, his assault rifle blazing as he tore the enemy patrol apart. Less than ten seconds later the skirmish was over.

"Are they dead?" Frank asked.

Again Annabeth answered. "These are, Private. The Covenant is starting to glass the planet ahead of schedule. They are starting at the poles and are continuing in the standard pattern. The good news is that the Covenant is pulling back all its forces. The bad news is that our dust off schedule is being scrambled. Now, the enemy AA batteries are being disassembled but we have to find to an LZ and hope that a Pelican arrives in time before we get burned to glass."

Frank visibly gulped at this. "How much time do we have?"

"One way or another this will end in about one hour." Piper glanced up into Perseus's reflective visor but the Spartan stayed silent.

Then she realized that the warrior preferred to let his AI do the talking.

Finally, Perseus did speak, his deep voice coming from loudspeakers in the side of his helmet.

"We make double time to the edge of the woods for about six clicks. We have to leave now." Frank attached his rifle to his belt and moved to pick Hazel up again. The moment he took on the smaller girls weight his legs buckled from the exhaustion. They would have gone down but Perseus caught them.

"You're to exhausted to carry her Private, I'll take her." Perseus laid Hazel over his shoulder and pulled Frank to his feet. "Double time marines."

For the next forty minutes, they jogged through the dark woods.

At some point, Annabeth announced that a Pelican was underway to pick them up and finally they broke through the tree line and found themselves standing in a valley with thick wet grass crunching under their feet.

Piper was shocked to see that the western horizon was glowing dark red. Thick clouds of smoke scorched the sky. The clouds were also glowing dark red as they reflected the inferno on the other side of the horizon. Piper understood what she was seeing. The Covenant was burning the planet.

"Now what?" she asked. Perseus lay Hazel down in the grass and Frank was at her side within a second.

Piper, however, found myself standing at the Spartan's side, staring at the glowing red horizon. "I just talked to Jako, the pilot of Speed bird 059. He is two minutes out and he said he has a medic on board for Private Levesque."

Finally, Piper heard the distant roaring of engines and twisted her head until she spotted a Pelican heading in their direction. Perseus pulled a short black stick from a slot in his armor and punched the lower half against his waist.

The tip lit up with blueish white light and glowing blue smoke spread around us as the torch marked our location.

The Pelican adjusted its course and headed straight for them. Two minutes later the bird put down right in front of them. The aft ramp lowered itself, inviting them into the red-lit crew cabin. A medic rushed out and helped Frank carry her into the drop ships belly.

Piper followed them and Perseus was right on her heals. The moment later they were safely on board, the Pelican lurched into the air and speeded of into the night.

Piper sat down in the closest chair to the aft door, opposite of where Perseus was sitting while Hazel was lying on the floor between them. Frank and the medic were working on wounded marine

"Welcome back 118. The prowler UNSC Spirit is waiting up for us. Good job today. You to Chase."

Suddenly the holo emitter at the roof of the crew cabin started glowing blue and the holographic transparent 3D image of a beautiful blond teenage girl flickered to life. She had a knife strapped to her leg, apart from that she looked like a nerd with a backpack on her back and a few books clutched in her arms. This had to be Annabeth.

"Thanks, Jako," the hologram chirped and sat down next the Perseus. She was tiny compared to him. Annabeth's head didn't even reach her hosts shoulder. The aft ramp started moving up and Piper got one last glance of the burning world below them. Then the door sealed.

Perseus grabbed the sides of his helmet and pulled. She heard seals hissing and the helmet slid off and was set down on its owner's lap. Even in the red light, she could tell that the Spartan's was very pale, probably because he wasn't exposed to much sunlight in his armor.

He had short black hair and hard green eyes, his lips were pursed in a way that let him look grim. He was quite good looking in a hard, tough way.

Their eyes met and the Spartan gave her a Curt nod. "Good work soldier."

Piper tried to smile but failed. All in all that was one hell of a compliment. At that moment Piper realizes how terrified she had been for the last two days. She relaxed her grip on her rifle and closed her eyes. Sure, that after what she had been through she would never be able to sleep darkness took her.

So, what do you folks think so far? I might come back to FF. Sadly my other stories are so far behind my current standards that I can't really see myself working on them.

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Winter Wolf over and out.