The visions of my own past sprang up in front of my eyes as I riffled through the scattered debris of the old broken storefront. The windows shattered and the ancient structure destroyed, I saw evidence of the Baaman lack of regard for anything which had survived from the old world. My home had been ransacked and burned before we moved in and drove the invaders back, reclaiming what remained of t...
Never in a million years did I think that simply loving another person could result in the total destruction of the only home Iâd ever known. Falling in love with the wrong person had felt so easy, so⌠right. But as I made my way down Main Street, weaving between the piles of rubble that once composed my city, my childhood home, my place of birth, I knew in my heart that it had always been wrong. ...
Itâs been fifteen years. Fifteen years, four months and twelve days to be exact. And yet, this place still smells exactly the same. Salt from the sea, ash from the fire, and a metallic tang hangs in the air. The whole journey here, I tried to convince myself that returning would bring me closure. That it would allow me to move on from that fateful day. Now, as I stand in the rubble that was once t...
It was silent as she wandered through the streets of Cileria. Too silent for her liking, actually. The battle was over, no one fought anymore and even though she and her allies won and got control of the legendary ruby crown she couldnât celebrate with the others within the ruins of the tavern. Not here, not in this place where she spent the happiest years of her life.
Aleila shoved the rubble aside. The shattered blue doors made her heart sink. It was gone. All of it. The hurricane had destroyed nearly everything, and it was her fault.
It was Aleilaâs job to keep the ocean at bay, and she had failed.
Percy was still following her around like a puppy who was lost. She was mad at him, and she hated that. It wasnât his fault, she was the one whoâd accepted.
The air was thick with the smell of ash, a bitter tang that clung to the back of the throat and left a taste like regret. The city, or what remained of it, lay stretched before Jackal like a corpse beneath a gray shroud of smoke. Buildings leaned against one another, their steel ribs exposed, their windows gaping like blind eyes. Somewhere in the distance, a fire still crackled, a stubborn ember r...
I thought I had chosen correctly. I read the right things, talked to many different people with many different views and I considered every aspect of both sides. In the end, I felt 100% comfortable with my choice. I realize now that my decision has helped facilitate this complete and total destruction of my beloved country. In all my research I never investigated the possibility that my choice wou...
I hate it here. I should never have come home. This place is the worst and it brings out the worst in me. Seeing it in this condition, after having been away so long, it just makes me feel worse.
Garbage lines the streets. The homeless are fighting each other and shouting; I keep my distance as I make my way. I half recognize the chatter of voices, and the guy I see turn a corner looks like someo...
As I stumble through the empty streets I can hear the shards of glass crack under my shoes, an almost satisfying sound to listen to, but far to loud. Shivers of fear run up my spine as up ahead of me i spot a torn down sign, the sign reads âNow Entering California.â The rusted metal has three scratch marks running across, making the words almost indistinguishable. The sign brings back so many feel...
We had all seen him as a great leader. So yes we had all voted for him. Oh, how I regretted that decision now.
Exactly 7 months later, our home was in ruins. Bombs seemed to explode every other minute and so many people had died.
And in the wreckage, I was the leader. Some how, I was leading a revolution. I tend to regret my past decisions but sometimes I like to think it will affect my, our futur...
