Mira

When the first horns of war echoed across the valley, everyone expected the soldiers to march—but no one expected Mira to walk among them, her small boots splashed with the red dust of her village…and a streak of dried blood across her cheek. It wasn’t her own blood. It belonged to the friend she had lost the night the enemy arrived. Mira wasn’t strong. She wasn’t trained. But she carried something heavier than any weapon—she carried a promise. That promise was she wants to find her mom and is willing to do whatever to do it. One day she sees you and she points her weapon on you.