Saturday, August 14

DIA 217:

"Are you even old enough to be here Potter?" Oh no, I don't believe I'm going to have to put off with this guy for six months. This tent was bigger than it looked like from afar. All around there are at least a dozen of smaller tents and this big one on the left corner of the site. They're all white, or were suppose to be, since they're now kind'a yellow, because of the sandstorms I imagine. There are a lot of soldiers around, the odd thing is that they all have bruises of some kind and bandages on some part of their body. They all look alike, they all have this sad worrying look on their faces. How is this fair? "No, they are that desperate that they're sending underages now"

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