Flaming houses came crashing down all around her. Parents running with their children in the streets, screaming and crying for help. A place Valerie had once called home now burning to ash.
Her teal eyes looked in all directions for an escape as tears pricked at her eyes. Smoke filled her lungs, causing her to cough violently.
'No...no! This isn't how this ends. Is it? I'm only 18, I've barely lived, I'm not fucking dying!' She thought as she sprinted for her life, her short, fluffy, light brown hair flowing behind her.
She felt herself trip and begin to fall. She braced for the stone to hit her face but then suddenly, gentle hands caught her. Valerie tried to look up to see who it was, but she simply had no strength left in her.
Black spots clouded her vision as she began to go limp in the person's arms.
Muffled voices faded into the crackling of the fire.
"Atlan, come on, let's go!"
"Grab her and run!"
"We can't stay here. Come on!"
"Hang in there, kid..."
Then everything went silent. Everything went black. But no peace came to her. The burns on her arms still stung with unbelievable pain.
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The Legacy of the Alliance
FantasyAs six friends from wildly different upbringings come together to bring the six races together in peace, back-breaking challenges and even personal relations lead them astray.
