Even If The Sky Were To Fall Above Her Head 

"Thank you for saving my daughter." The mother hugged her daughter, whom Zion and Sherry had escorted back home, with tears streaming down the side of her face.

Her daughter was also crying her heart out, for she thought she would never see her mother again.

"I already dealt with the Slave Traders, so they will not appear here again," Thirteen replied. "But there's no guarantee that another group won't come here to kidnap children from your community, so be extra vigilant at all times."

The mother nodded, though she knew that their village didn't really have anyone who could stand up against the Slave Traders.

Those who tried had been brutally killed, which made the rest fearful of resisting the men who could break families apart with smiles on their faces.

Slave Trading was rampant in Solterra, and small villages were the most common victims of these wandering Tyrants.

Of course, not all Slave Traders were bad.