Places you loved. Places you could be... free... with all you held dear.
As you fall to your knees amid the carnage, you close your tear-riddled eyes shut. A vision seems to present itself to you, stuck in a dot in time, flaunting capes of glory, unknowingly presenting it also, to the flame.
A bustling village. Children, dancing and playing happily in the streets. Vendors, yelling out their wares for all the world to see. Laughter from every house, every window, every door.
Your friends, standing, mouths smiling, arms out in welcome, warm lamplight silhouetting their frame, tantalizing smells carried upon sweet breeze, drifting amid the clean air.
And now... it was all gone.
Your friends, enslaved, trapped in the web of spells Uzbuz had made.
The village, burnt to the ground, its inhabitants murdered or escaped to freeze or starve in every bit of land from here to the Portal.
"Where now is the blazing fire?
Where the sweet smells, the clean air of the forests?
Where now is the laughter of friends, the embrace of family?
It is all gone, drifted on the winds of time, to dash against rocky shore unknown.
Gone." you sing softly.
As you walk, you begin to cry, droplet after droplet of diamondlike tears falling from your face, unheeded by pride or what you once percieved as honor.
Phantoms of people you knew, drifting across blurry vision, beckoning you to havens you can never tread, speaking words of comfort you could never understand.
The path ends. A fallen tree, once the center of the whole town, eldritch runes and leering faces carved onto it by uncaring axe and dagger.
Memories, ruined.
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