Chapter 50 Assemble The Troops

• *Raven*
• I watch Mother as she paces back and forth among the line of troops. No one would call this an army. It’s more like a rag-tag team of poorly trained teenagers. They aren’t all so young, but they are scrawny, pale, and a little gaunt. It’s evident that many of them have not seen the sun in ages. Even outside in the bright light of the sun, most of them squint, unused to the bright glare of natural light.
• “Raven, a little help please?” my mother calls to me.