Little Hero "Prologue"Little HeroThe rain pounded and stung the wounded woman's tattered and scored back. The winds bellowed fiercely across the fields, which slammed into her sides and the brave horse that she was riding through the storm. Lighting flashed in the distance, and almost at times, only a half a mile away from where she was riding. In her arms, cried a young infant, terrified for his mother, and all of the dangers surrounding them. He clutched onto her damp clothing of rain and blood and sobbed, while his mother's eyes narrowed, focusing on riding. Behind them was a blaze of fire gleaming compellingly in the distance. The red and oranges swirled and