The setting sun was a bright orange bulb in the sky. Thick veils of smoke clung to the atmosphere, making it difficult to breathe. Large red flames licked up to the sky, dancing onto the rubble and debris littered around the ruins that were once a glorious estate. Amidst the chaos, a young girl, perhaps the age of six, stood on the once-white marble steps of the house. Now, those beautiful pristine steps held the weight of ash and were tainted by her blood.
She stood a vulnerable and small figure cut amongst the havoc and destruction of the setting, clutching a tattered black hat across her small heaving chest. Warm tears rolled across her small round face, cutting a path from the grime that covered her rosy cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and pink from crying for hours.
Scars and bruises were littered across her pale skinny arms, and she refused to look back, as she knew, behind her was the rotting body of her father. The beautiful frilly white dress that she had received from her mother on her birthday was now a canvas for the sorrows and aftermath of the tragedy.
The girl let out a soundless cry, collapsing onto the rocky ground, shards of stones and shrapnel digging into her soft knees.
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Unbinding Threads of The Past
AdventureIn the secluded yet secure confines of Cordhaven Academy, students are governed by strict laws, with the promise of trust and unity. The crest of the academy, a singular woven knot, adorns every corner, offering a sense of protection. Yet for numbe...
