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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 and soothing sounds of what sounds like waves crashing onto the coast fills the boy's ears. His eyelids twitch slightly before a sudden gasp leaves his lips, pushing his palms against the soft material below the boy sits himself up.

Wide whiskey orbs snap around him, taking in the small wooden shack as a crisp breeze blows through the small window to his left.

Feeling the pain shooting through his abdomen as he shifts himself to plant his feet on the ground below, Thomas grunts as he lifts the navy blue material up. Wincing as he tugs the material up far enough, a bandage appears to be wrapped around his wound.

Slowly lifting his gaze up from the wound, Thomas listens closely at the soft sounds of waves hitting the coast echo off into the distance, making his eyebrows knit together as he pushes himself to stand. Reaching out to push the cloth curtain door aside, Thomas' gaze softens as he looks out at the beautiful view.

Waves crash into the coast as seagulls calling out into the distance sound from all around. The pure beauty of the scene before him takes his breath away. Distant laughing and chattering causes the boy to quickly rip his gaze away from the ocean in-front of him, turning to his right, Thomas' eyes widen.

There, yards away from the boy is a new settlement, filled with nothing but smiling faces and people working to build their new lives.

𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵. Thomas stares ahead in awe, the feeling of the weight that had rested on his shoulders finally feeling lighter.