Chapter 11

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Laya runned as fast as her tears running down her cheeks. She had nowhere to go, who would want to take care of a nine year old girl? She hoped it all was a nightmare, that she soon would wake up too her parents making food and her siblings arguing over something stupid. But she knew that would never happen, it would never happen again. Her parents were dead. Her siblings were dead. Her friends were dead. It had just been some minutes since she watched her family die, but every second felt like eternity. Her vision became blurry and she fell down on her knees and threw up in the grass. Laya heard her town burn to ashes. She looked back, there it was. The once beautiful white castle that she had grown up in. Now half of it was replaced by fire. The once so beautiful sky was now gray. What would happen now? When the king and queen were murdered, the king that had gotten the power of an angel to build up and protect this continent.

They had lived peacefully, the royalty family, also known as Aiken, had used their power to help. And then the king's little brother got jealous, and now the royalty family and everyone that lived in the castle is dead, except for her.

Laya heard the cruel victory screams from the terrorists that had ruined her life. That had ruined her.

She turned around and almost fell over her own feet when she runned as far away as possible. 

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