When Azalya Pyon opened her eyes, a brick toppled onto her arm.
"Ow!" she murmured, instinctively reaching out and clamping her grip of steel on the brick, unaware of the fact that it was, in fact, a brick. "Daisy, stop punching me!"
Normally, her best friend Daisy Davis would have stopped and apologized in her heavy accent - "Sorry, Azzo." And Azzy and Daisy would hug and smile and laugh, the way best friends always did.
But this time, she heard no response. Curiously, Azzy rubbed the dust and ash out of her eyes and examined the world around her. It was dusty, and gray, and looked rather poisonous, though she knew it in her heart that it wasn't. "Daisy?" she called, scanning the area around her. Her town, Laketon, was obliterated. Her house was ash and rubble now, just like the rest of the world around her. There were black scorch marks on the ground, and she tried to call back a memory of what had just happened. She felt like she remembered a bright, blinding flash of light, but that was definitely not possible. Not many even knew Laketon existed, let alone blind its citizens.
She stood up, ignoring the aching pain in her body, and took a step. Her first step into this new world. And suddenly her heartbeat quickened, her pulse racing, and she took another cautious step towards a limp arm sticking out of the rubble, the hand frantically waving for someone to save them.
Azzy jogged over and freed Daisy.
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Rise to the Rubble - Book 1
Fantasy12 year old Azzy Pyon rose from the ash, rubbing the dust out of her eyes, struggling for oxygen, fighting for survival. The world was gray, as far as the eye could see. Thousands and thousands of miles of simple gray dust and ash and rubble. Across...
