My name's aurora. My parents named be after the northern lights, for I would not be here without them. As the story goes, they were at a crazy party some twenty years ago when they both crept out of the chaos at the same time to take a break and enjoy them. That's when they first met.
My parents were in town when the last invasion took place. From what I've heard, they were some of the first ones to be killed. I was off to school at the time, boarding school, because I was not one for roughhousing or violence, but I have a brilliant mind that they wanted to fester and grow. Nobody ever said they were great with words. When I got word, I left immediately and never went back. The funeral service was beautiful. Now I'm just a waitress at a local pub. I like the work. I get to meet all sorts of people there. Both local and foreign. There was once a man from china, if you can believe that!
Anyways, at the party, I'm just sitting at a table, clutching a pint of ale, taking small sips while watching everyone else go mad. When the wolves came, I just froze. Two people came to me and made sure I was okay. People always did care for me, even if they just met me. I don't know why. We went to the town center together to hear the mayor talk about the wolf protocols that were created during the last invasion. The protocols that saved the town. Voting starts tomorrow. It makes me sick that we will be killing our friends, people who became so close they feel like family. I just wish the wolves would leave.
Lynch Nobody