The boy looked up slowly, deciding to no longer to bury his face in his knees, his muddy clothes clung to his skin uncomfortably. Around him there was nothing but pure destruction, he had to quickly decide his next move quickly because they'd be back and more aggressive this time. He had to run.
While walking slowly out of the ruins of his village, bodies and ashes covering the dirt floor, he had to avoid stepping on people he knew, he couldn't help but think about how rapidly they came, how they swooped down from the skies and then..the ripping and tearing of flesh, the spilling of blood and then the burning of buildings, oh, how horrible it was, but he was a strong lad, stronger than most, in fact, he wasn't even in the village when it happened, or surely he would've been dead alongside his family, it all seemed like a dream to him, the fact that something that bad could happen to him. Rather unnatural.
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