Fire, a village on fire. a boy with a bucket filled with water, and a man watching from afar.
As the man took in the scene before him, he saw a roaring fire take down the village. he could see the silhouette of a running boy and the light of the fire as it danced off of the boy's dark hair. But what the man was not close enough to notice was the fiery look in his eyes as the boy glared down the village, nor could hear the quiet chuckle the boy made as he looked down and saw his cloth had been singed and tattered. The man's eyes were filled with smoke and sorrow as he saw the boy frantically throw the bucket at the hot flames. Softly clutching his heavy black coat the man closed his eyes and turned away.
Sol woke up with a startle and looked from the ground in confusion. "Am i dead?'' He thought. "No, Sol why would I be..'' Then memories from the day before came flooding in; men in green, shots fired, running, shouting, men in red, more fire, more running, more death.... Then no more. Sol held his head in his hand as he tried to calm himself. ''Lily'' he breathes.
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My soul (I love you)
Tiểu Thuyết Chung"I thought I still had freedom.'' "I was wrong.'' (A young boy lost his family in a war they did not partake in, without his family he was lost.)
