People flooded the streets that night, donned in black, holding candles. At every turn you could see memorials filled with candles and flowers honoring our fallen hero and all she stood for. As they walked they were reminded of all she had done for them and what she sacrificed for them. They had no idea her biggest sacrifice would be her life.
Mos was standing there in her black dress crying in the front row of the funeral while her family was talking about their daughter, sibling, and best friend. She soon heard faint footsteps from the hill, stopped crying, and looked over. She started crying once more, not from loss but from community. She saw the entire city present and bowing at the hills out of respect and reverence for her.
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HeroxVillain Chronicles
Hayran KurguJust my heroxvillain story nothin to see here. Hope you enjoy!!
