The Realm of The Phoenix.

(Before I begin I would just like to note that my book is still in it's first draft and is yet to be finished.)

“It was horrible, their bodies were everywhere… their blood covered their houses, some hung from the windows, frozen in the last moments just before they could escape. Now y’all would expect it to be quiet, but it wasn’t. Some of them still gasped for breath… I remember walking through the rubble. One guy was slumped against the wall with a giant hole in his chest… it sounded like wind was whistling in and out of his lungs as he took his final breath.”

“I thought they were all asleep?” Tears rolled down Juliana’s face, “I didn’t realize it was an actual battle…”

“That wasn’t even the worst part…” Gran gran continues. “The worst part was the other sound that echoed over the last breaths of the almost dead. Slowly, through the fog sobs filled the village. ‘Mom... Dad… please… please get up.’ I still remember his voice, and watching helplessly as that little boy stood over his parents body. The blood and dust that caked their face. I remember him bending down as he held the stars in his hands and brushing his fingertips across their wounds as he pleaded for their lives. I know now that he was trying to heal them, but they were already gone. He couldn’t have been any older than I was at the time.”