WeWriWa/Snippet Sunday 10/06/2013 #8Sunday #SnippetSunday
This eight overlaps last week’s a little. This ends the scene, and, like I said last week, I felt like last week’s eight didn’t stop in the most ideal place. Enjoy!
As a knight, he’d seen many a battle. He was no stranger to the pain it caused the survivors. He’d passed through villages where buildings burned, orphaned toddlers cried morosely in the streets, clutching desperately to decapitated dolls. Adults stared lifelessly into the darkness, just waiting for a place to die. Others buried the dead and put out the flames with a single-minded determination brought on not by strength of character but a will to live forged in fire, then set in the chilled waters that was the reality that death was rampant and unforgiving. He held no doubt this Amara knew that truth intimately.
Still, the gentle, young mother softly caressed the boy from behind, giving him comfort she so desperately needed yet expected none of herself. He felt compelled to show her compassion still existed in this world.
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