Dream of the Day
Dream of the Day
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I was just a child and the battle was beginning. Old men, women, and children where crowding into the rafters of an old wooden home. Avoiding the sunlight peaking through the cracks in the wooden planked walls. Hiding in the shadows.
Some peaked through those cracks to see the battle unfolding. Wailing at the sight of thousands of men being killed with each swing of the enemies axe.
Fate was hurtling itself against that home. I crawled into the middle of the light. I drew my bow, pointed towards the entrance of the rafters, and waited.
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