"Once we find a way out of here, we'll know where we want to go. And where we shouldn't. I don't think you'd want to take a route like this again either."
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A Story about...
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During the last few seconds before the flaming ball of fire propelled towards them, the world turned quiet— As if it had stopped spinning completely and time elongated somehow. Nothing other than the deafening silence could be heard from miles. Every single sound, replaced with only deafness— White static that could kill those who were human.
And nobody within the palace had time to react before such a force was unleashed on the building. The bare amount of time to come to one's senses wasn't enough until the burning realization arrived later, and at a time where immense pain and nothing else could be felt.
"Martial," Del tilted his head when his brother had suddenly become quiet, "What's the matter?"
Martial didn't turn around to look at Del and instead, kept staring out of the window. Del hummed in confusion as he and Hukbalahap glanced at one another with worried stares. Somehow, the fire below the palace started feeling hotter- More suffocating than it had to be.
Suddenly, Martial finally turned around to face Del and Hukbalahap. A solemn, expression, but eyes wide and piercing when Del stared a little too longer. However, the younger boy wasn't saying anything. What was Martial trying to say? Was he trying to tell Del something with just a stare alone?
What's the expression on his face supposed to mean?
Del cried out loud when a sudden heat shot through the room and seared the side of his arm, Hukbalahap's screams the only other voice he could hear as the floor below them began to burn and crumble down the cliff and into heaps of burnt wood and debris,
Is it anguish?
Only a second after Hukbalahap's screams went eerily quiet, Phil began crying as well. Del could feel his body be thrown back to the rocky sides of what remained of the palace wing as the explosion's flame and smoke rose over the entire area, rocks and sharp pieces of wood being shot through the air by the explosion,
Or was it perhaps,
He struggled to open his eyes as smoke began to fill the place, fire surrounded him and Phil as he laid injured on the ground, a large split in between his knee and stomach. There was a loud ringing in his ears; The distant sound of his mother's desperate voice as she searched for him and his brothers; Hukbalahap crying as she dragged about a leg half torn off, battered and pierced with countless stones that had sharp edges,
Fear?
Del gasps as he was awoken by a soft, small hand gently shaking his face. His eyes were yellow with both tears and smoke, his chest felt heavy and full of fire whenever he tried to breathe. The sky looked red as pillars of smoke extended up to the sky and even pass Mount Pagsikat. The area was red with flames, burning every piece of what was once the left wing of the palace.
