Nia kept flying. Was it minutes; hours; days? She couldn't remember. Her mind was preoccupied with everything that has happened.
As soon as she saw her home village of Kyte village from above, she swooped down. The morning sun lit up the village. As soon as she landed, she saw the entire village ransacked. Dead farm animals laid bare. White butterflies began eating at the dead, but there was one cow being chewed on by strange monsters that she has never seen before. Rabbits with the mouths of a lamprey. No pupils and mushrooms grew on top of their backs. They looked small, but ate the decomposing cow quickly. Nia took a step forward with her wings, tail, and light green scales out for the monsters to see. As soon as they noticed her, they stopped chewing and stared at her. Her wings flapped for a moment. Nia was about to attack them, but as soon as she reached for her red blade they quickly dug underneath the ground and fled.
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Nia sighed a breath of relief and relaxed herself. She walked slowly among the village. She touched the rotting wood. She reminisced a very clear picture of children playing. The villagers going about their daily lives. Simple, but happy lives. As she reached the cabin where she and her big sister Nera would stay, the door was already broken down. She stepped into it having a brief feeling of nostalgia and respite. She sat on a chair and looked outside the broken down room. Nia could see her big sister Nera playing with a child. A pretend sword fight with sticks. The child was a small girl with light green scales.
Nia smiled at the memory, but it faded almost instantly. She had no idea what to do with her life any more. She covered her face as tears streamed down her face. She gently cried. Her tears dropped on the ground. White flowers grew in their place.
Outside white flowers began to grow where her footsteps once touched. Then a white caterpillar crawled right on one. It squirmed and writhed. But not to end its life, but as to begin its journey to another.