Hope Striders

“What possible history could you have with this one girl?” I heard the sound of the blade cut the air, but I also heard shortly after a small laugh coming from the old woman. “''Your toys do not threaten me.”“Fix her.”“And unlike your toys, she is not one of them. She cannot simply be fixed on the spot like you ask.” The old lady lifted her glasses from off her chest and onto her face at the tip o...