Flame craw up the buildings like the newly carved scars claw up my broken body, my eyes are winded as I see burning building, buildings I know all to well, I feel sharp pain all over my body, I don’t look down, I know what I will see, blood runs down my nose, everything hurts, the screams ring in my ear because I know they are facing the same terror as I am, that tells me all this isn’t some sick nightmare but they all go silent, one by one, my heart aches almost as bad as my physical body but that quickly goes numb when I see it.
My mother.
The woman who had raised me, one of the strongest people I know, is limp, blood pooling under her, my father nowhere where in slight. I don’t think, I don’t even realise that I’ve moved until I’m on my knees, the terrors are silenced by the ringing in my ears but that isn’t much better, I take her bloody hand in my own and she looks at me, bright ocean eyes dimmed by the certainly of death, her skin is paler, her ruby red hair just like my own blending into the blood that drips from her onto the concrete, I’m shaking, I’m begging her.
“Please don’t go, mum please!”
Over and over.
“Please!”
It’s then her trembling hand reaches for something, something she must have dropped. And places the bloody object into my hand.
Her dagger.
It’s then.
I wake up.
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A Fallen Soldier
Fantasy"Broken, that's what I'm and always will be from now on, a broken family a past better left unsaid I hate it." In the kingdom of Sudria lives a young woman who believes she's made a clean break from her past, her truth. However, one mission shows a...
