Wren's labyrinth

Hell

Everything was calm, the air still, the drops of morning that clung to the grass getting Wren's talons a little wet but he didn't mind. He wandered through the field, watching birds fly away in his presence or rabbits watching closely before retreating to their dens.

Wren laughed, giggling as he chased the butterflies that flew up from the grass when he came too close. Everything seemed frozen, a perfect time capsule he was lucky enough to uncover.

He looked back at his village, a faint orange glow radiating behind it, he smiled could it be the sun?.. Wait.. the sun didn't rise from that side.

That's when he heard it. The roar of wyverns and the whirring of of something he couldn't name (helicopters for anyone wondering). They hovered over his village, he saw the smoke rising.

Wren tried to run back but he was swept back by a shock wave. He shielded his eyes, the shock wave passed as he pushed himself forwards.. "no.." He felt his mouth move but no sound emerged. His village.. it was.. no more. Wincing, Wren tried to make his way back towards the village.. or what was left of it, but the shrapnel lodged in his thigh didn't make it easy.

The grass was stained with his blood and covered in ash, Wren forced his eyes to focus in front of him. The sky seemed to darken, or was that just him?

He didn't care about the roaring flames that would soon consume him, the wyverns that that still flew overhead swooping down and destroying buildings, or even the machines that flew with them.

The only place he called home. Gone.

The charred ground burnt his feet shooting pain through him with every step forward. He didn't care. The ash that made him cough to the point where he thought his lungs just burst out of his chest like a flower opening. He didn't care.
The feeling of watching everything he knew and loved being burnt to the ground, the rush of tears that streamed down his cheeks itching and burning his skin. He didn't care.

The chaos seemed to mold around him, letting him walk deeper into hell.

He heard the screams, the sound of buildings fall but he tuned it out as he let him legs give way beneath him. Wren closed his eyes for what he thought was the last time. At the heart of his village.

He didn't deserve to escape.