HarmonySpirit0

The first light of dawn filtered into the thick forest of Wawanakwa Camp where, surrounded by mutant animals, Dawn, the Moonchild, meditated.  Pampered by the calm that only Mother Earth could offer, the girl sighs calmly, opening her eyes and caressing a small and fragile semi-bee finch with a serene smile. Such peace was not common, a tranquility where the only noise is the rustling of the grass caused by the cold wind.  Often, too often, it was badly undermined by the annoying and artificial noise of loudspeakers, from which McLean's evil and arrogant voice spread throughout the island, but now it is only 6 in the morning, and the challenges always started at 7 am. There was only her, Mother Earth and her children (albeit.... not very legitimate). What could interrupt this peace? Or rather… who? The sudden sound of punching bark on a tree, which scared the animals around the blonde who looked for the source of the noise.  A few steps away, Jo was training by hitting a mighty fir