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05/14/08(Wed)16:33 No.1735598((Be gentle, /tg/, I wrote this in the past 10 min.))
The village burns.
The raiders had come under the cover of darkness, catching the already-weak town guard completely unawares. Soon the village was alight and filled with the sounds of steel on steel, the death throes of men, the screams of women and children. The raiders were too many, too ferocious, too cruel. Within an hour, there was not a thing of value or living being left in the bonfire that was once a peaceful village.
Except, of course, for one.
She lies, hidden, curled up under the burning wreckage of what was once her home. She had been hidden as soon as her parents saw the attackers. She was the lucky one-- or, maybe not. She is safe, for now, but the flames keep approaching, closer, burning away everything: her possessions, her family, her friends. Everything and everyone she ever cared about, ever loved, is gone. She is alone-- more alone than she has ever felt, as she lays, crying, trying to curl up inside herself, to not face the cold, harsh reality that faces her. She is scared. She doesn’t want to be alone. She doesn’t want to be alone. She doesn’t want to be alone. She doesn’t want--
She hears a sound which starts her out of her sobbing. A soft, almost imperceptible footstep. Looking up, she sees a dark figure, standing far away, its oddly-shaped form outlined by the flames. A man? One of the raiders, come back to look for survivors? The girl shrinks back, tries to make herself smaller, wants to fold up into herself and become nothing, to escape, to hide. |