Fire blazed and roared under the blood moon, an impenetrable force that roamed the east wing of the orphanage, as the screams of terror coursed throughout the smoky haze, a young girl padded past the orange blazes, the previously seamless oak floor soaked in the gasoline she trailed along, each blaze was enhanced by the oily liquid that pooled around her feet. Soot stained the cotton nightdress she wore and ash spoiled her fair skin, fire scorched her bare back eating through the thin material of her garments.
The fire devoured the building, diminishing any sense of calm, safety, or any favorable emotion throughout the entire civilization.
The incident was now known as The Massacre sixty civilians were slayed in that blaze, only twenty survived the gruesome face of death. Nothing was left, besides ashes, soot, and more ashes.
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The Rogue Empress
AdventureThe villagers whispered and murmured, The rumors coursed throughout the empire, both nobles and commoners aware of their queen's recklessness. The Emperor was dead. She had nothing left to lose. _________________________ Twenty year-old Luxury w...
