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Loetrip

She stood alone in the ruins of what was once a glorious civilization. Her home was in tatters as flames scorched the fields that once gave life to hundreds of crops. Countless homes were lost under the wave of destruction that swept through the lands.

The once proud and tall buildings that glowed with everlasting radiance laid there in ruins. Leaving nothing but debris of broken homes and promises unkept. Those who survived walked around the barren land, gazing upon the fallen warriors of their country. Each one had fought to protect their homes and their family, but all that remained was nothing more than ashes.

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She stared at the grand mountains overlooking her scarlet village, slowly watching as the embers died off one after another.

In her hands rested a colorful umbrella, stained with dust and dirt when she ran through the forest. Within it emitted the small hope that one day she would reunite with her love ones as they went their separate ways.

She tightly held onto the umbrella as her knees trembled with each step. Within a single night, her life had changed. Within a single moment memory of her childhood began to fade. An unforgiving world filled with strife and fear had consumed her home, had torn apart what she loved.

But at the same time, it was that very same world that showed her compassion and courage. She felt the lingering warmth from when the umbrella was passed down onto her. Passing on a will that was carried over from one soul to another. Leaving her with the resolve to press forward and fulfill her promise and to one day reunite with her loved ones.

She gazed upon her home once more as the embers continued to fade one after another. Without clinging on to the shackles of her past, she turned her back to her village and left behind what remained.  Carrying upon her shoulders the promises unkept, and wills untouched.