Chapter 169:

The older kid still didn't trust me, even though he kept trying to prevent the half-bloods from eating my food. But perhaps because they were so hungry, the children ate them up to the point of choking several times.

Clara nudged my shoulder. "Let's go."

I hesitated. "If we leave them here, they might die."

"So you want…." Clara raised her eyebrows.

"I want to take them with me," I say.

Clara nodded; she didn't object either.

Five minutes later, when he had finished his bread, the older child had let his guard down a bit.

He turned to me, bowing his head. "Thanks very much."

I shook my head. "Nothing. What is your name?"

"Venn." Venn hesitantly replied.

"What do you want to do next?" I tried to probe his mind.

Venn looks up at me with gray eyes; he shakes his head, his eyes red. Even though he was the oldest, Venn was only about eight years old; after all, he was just a teenager.

"Your parents…" I hesitated.

Venn sobbed, his wounded hand trembling as he pointed at the tower of corpses