My brother and I grew up in Germany. When the war started, he was drafted. Our parents had already passed away so I followed him into the war, helping him in anyway possible. Hitler was his technical boss, but nobody really liked him. His boss didn't know I was there, until one day he spotted me talking to my brother. But he found a use for me, luring the Jewish kids that escaped into the ghetto's. I knew that my brother and some of his comrades were being sent out to bring some Jews into a Ghetto. I had followed them. I hid behind a building as they didn't realize that I was there. When I heard the gunshots and running, I knew that the kid took a run for it. I clamped my hand onto his mouth and pulled him into the alley. When I seen the troops run by, and go further away, I looked at the boy. He had some of the darkest Raven hair I have ever seen. His eyes looked like 2 brown beads in a pool of white. I pointed to myself and said my name. "Ahava" and in return, the boy did the same. "Moshe".
**This is a Sequel, I suggest reading the Small Child Series first. It is on my Profile Page if you're interested.**
