The streets were burned black.
Everywhere you looked. Everything you touched. It was all either caked in a thick grayish black layer of ash, or burnt to a crisp. Even the sturdy clay walls of the houses in this district were barely standing.
Feet pounded against the ground as she ran. Her lungs burned, but she instinctively knew that she couldn't stop for a break. Screams of the children being burned or ripped apart by massive jaws filled the air. A single tear ran down her cheek. But there was nothing she could do to save them.
The sounds of metal clashing and extremely violent threats grew louder as she got closer to the end of the street. The remains of tall trees started to replace the crumbling buildings. Cracked stone bricks changed to torn up grass and sticky red dirt. Growling came from her left, causing her to immediately drop into a crouch as a large black blur streaked right above her head. She couldn't stop moving.
She pushed her legs into the ground as hard as she could, making her spring forward to doge a massive set of black jaws. Horrible howling echoed from behind her as she desperately dashed to the clearing just in front of her.
Just a little further.
Someone screamed right as a massive weight hit her side and she tumbled to the ground.
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Chronicles Of A Dream, Book 1
FantasyThe beginning of the Dreamlin Trilogy. All myths and tales hold just a little bit of truth to them. No matter how small. Take a step between this reality and the next. Nestled between the folds of the universe, exists a place straight from a fairy...
