The aftermath of the worn torn village, that lay wasted at her feet as it strips away at her heart, tears fall as she watches the burning rubble crumble to the ground she has been standing for hours trying to hide her tears, but they cascade down…uncontrollably upon her cheeks
At first she stands in shock, she sighs as she thinks she will never hear their laughing voices as they speak, she will never be able to comfort them when they are sad, she will never be able to tell them how much she loves them so, the smouldering fire crackles as she stands alone, then she feels rage slowly replace's the pain in her broken heart
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