In a sudden, the previously lively world goes silent.
A shriek sounds throughout.
Hunching over, as piercing pain surges over.
Painful flames engulf the room as rocks and rubbage begin to fly and pound on all walls.
Spears were flying overhead, yet I continue to slump on the burning ground.
It was as though a plague were overtaking and rupturing the serenity once in place.
A battle had sprung in the vicinity.
The arena a sullen bone structure,
The soldiers solely constructed of pain,
The opposing being purely willpower,
Trying to force peace among the war that was burning everything good and calm.
All light flickers away and I'm lost in a realm of dark.
Panic surges over and over like a broken record yet movement is unfathomable and to cease the destruction is not out of will.
Suddenly the air clears.
Flames die out in seconds,
The rocks and debris drop to the cooling ground with a final quiver.
Spears and gunshots alike, cease.
The once raging plague retreats within.
The calm serene world returns.
I regain my strength and rise again as my willpower had overcome the pain and it recedes in my head.
The record resumes and the songs of the birds are heard.
The world lights up.
It was as if nothing had occurred there before, like the war had never been fought.
I carry on and enjoy the bright world once more.
