[TCF fanfic] After the war, everything seemed calm... or was it? Cale jolted awake, gasping for breath, his chest heaving as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. Frantically, his eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of the children. Thankfully, they weren't there. He exhaled shakily, running a trembling hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes narrowing in weary frustration. "Those cursed records... again," he muttered under his breath, the weight of the memories pressing heavily on his soul Cale glanced outside, but his vision was met with the haunting image of a ruined city, shrouded in ominous dark red clouds.. ~~~~~~ -Krs!Cale angst -slow update -Violence [you have been warned] -Sad -found the cover on Pinterest