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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 5

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A cloudy veil invaded the blue sky in the early afternoon. The wind was blowing on the trees and creating impressive waves on the ocean which came crashing down on the hills in a powerful surge. In these moments, nature was impressive and left a feeling of helplessness. The foam fell mercilessly on the beach against the backbone on which bustled many people who gathered provisions left abandoned.

From the top of the hill, in front of a makeshift tent, a young man watched this spectacle of desolation, shaking his head in spite. The beach had previously witnessed a merciless battle with heavily armed mercenaries who had fired on their small group.

Kraam had witnessed, helplessly, this heated exchange in which there was no mercy and he saw his companions trying in vain to defend themselves... and be hurt.

The battle was over. It was time to restore order to the camp before returning to base. People were transporting the wounded to the tent behind Kraam. The losses were heavy. Through the slit in the entrance, Kraam could see a figure busying itself with dressing the wounded and administering first aid. For some, it was clear that they could no longer fight. Others would succumb to their injuries due to lack of medical equipment.

All this mess ... and for what ?

Kraam returned his attention to the horizon and thought about his friends. He missed them. He would have given anything to find them. She in particular...

The familiar figure extricated himself from the tent with knuckles numb from remaining so much on its knees. His face was tired and desperation could be seen in his eyes. The boy noticed Kraam's presence and approached him to face the terrifying spectacle of nature.

"How are they ?" Kraam asked regretfully. A tiny part of him felt he had no right to ask since he had deliberately chosen to stand aside and not take part in the fight. But the worry was too great to ignore what had happened before his eyes.

"They will survive..." Jack replied flatly with a sigh. "At least if they spend the night."

There was nothing to add to it. Some injuries were critical ... like the one Jack himself had that famous day their life turned upside down, before choosing suicide as a way out. What a tragedy it had been to have to bury his corpse and watch it burn in front of their eyes. The heartbreaking cries of Jan, his sister, mourning the death of her brother. Krit's empty, dead gaze that saw the love of his life depart. There was not a strong enough word to express what they had felt at that moment. They were still so full of hope... Until it all went up in smoke from human betrayals, lies and cruelty...

Still, it all seemed so far away to Kraam. Now he was in this strange place. Unknown... in which was his former comrades who died in tragic circumstances.