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"Daddy! Mommy! Get up, mommy! We need you! Mommy! Daddy! Help! No! Please, no!" The men ignored Alek, slow and injured as he was. The gun aimed at his children. Only two? Where was the third? Where was his youngest son? Alek prayed that he had escaped and not been the very first of their victims. Two shots rang out. Alek closed his eyes for the last time, glad that the next shot was for him. Artemis woke up, covered in sweat even as he felt frozen to his core. He remained there, frozen in fear for a split second before he began to gasp for air like a fish out of water. He threw his thin, moth-eaten blanket off and sat on the edge of his

Laughing voices and the twang of ukuleles drifted on the salty breeze, accented by constant drumbeats. Palm trees laden with bunches of coconuts swayed back and forth, their movements mimicked by the dancers onstage. A large tan man with a jolly face and laughing demeanor called out to the crowd, his booming voice carrying over the music, inviting the tourists to join the performers onstage for the "chance of a lifetime." "COME ON UP, DANCE WITH NATIVE HAWAIIANS! LEARN FROM OUR BEAUTIFUL DANCERS, THE WAYS OF OUR KUPUNA, THE EXPRESSION OF OUR ANCESTORS!" Deryn felt a tug on her trouser leg. "Can I go up, mummy? Pleaaase?" Her daughter looke

   Alek drove his Stormwalker – or really, shuffled it along the ground under the cover of night – with a careful hand and watchful eye, usually. Tonight however, he was tired, tired out of his wits from running away from the damn Germans that pursued him relentlessly, mercilessly, day after day, night after night. He was tired of fighting and he was tired of not being able to properly mourn for his parents' sudden death. He worried that he would simply breakdown and be reduced to a quivering, sobbing mess on the floor of the walker if they didn't make it to Switzerland tomorrow.   Slowly and somewhat against his will, the side-to