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Chapter: prolog
A bloodcurdling scream echoed over the roofs of the village. It made the air vibrate until it was finally swallowed up in the night. The shuffling of her trailing feet could be heard as she staggered barefoot down the streets. The smell of fear, sweat and blood hung heavy and acrid in the air, and the lonely emptiness that emanated from the now destroyed village closed her throat more and more and made it difficult for her to breathe.
Always trying to stay on her feet and gasping for breath, she felt how her limbs slowly pulled her to the ground, and her pain threatened to tear her into a faint. She finally sank to the ground, her lids fluttering. Her petite body trembled a few more times and she passed out.
The once splendid village that she called her home was gone. Instead of this a ruin was left in the oppressive silence. The desperation of the people that this place once harbored was still palpable now.
A slight breeze blew over the village; crawled through every crack, under every stone and into every opening, apparently in a longing search for the souls of the deceased who were left behind. What irony of the nearby cemetery.
Always trying to stay on her feet and gasping for breath, she felt how her limbs slowly pulled her to the ground, and her pain threatened to tear her into a faint. She finally sank to the ground, her lids fluttering. Her petite body trembled a few more times and she passed out.
The once splendid village that she called her home was gone. Instead of this a ruin was left in the oppressive silence. The desperation of the people that this place once harbored was still palpable now.
A slight breeze blew over the village; crawled through every crack, under every stone and into every opening, apparently in a longing search for the souls of the deceased who were left behind. What irony of the nearby cemetery.