The invisible reader read the next pages, which were sped through at a speed none could match. The flipped pages landing perfectly flat, with the precise angle to give one the level of light needed to read without the need of artificial light.
'Chapter One: Surviving a massacre.
Surrounded by mountains that pierced the skies, and buried deep within a frozen forest so thick, one could spread the rest of the continents dense with the life it contained and run out of land after half was removed, a village was located.
North of the most northern point of the demon empire and so secluded, not a single outsider had ever entered it alive, this place seemed like a safe haven from the chaos surrounding it. But, like most things, this wouldn't last forever.
Centuries after its finding, with expansions to make it more a city than a humble village, the citizens of the advanced civilization went about their normal lives.
This included a girl, with the standard long, fluffy white ears that defined her tribe, the rabbit-kin. Her stature was mature for her age, with the cloth surrounding her chest ensnaring her large bust tightly. In contrast to this, her slender figure, which made many a girl jealous, made her clothes baggy, as a middle-ground couldn't be reached.
She was on her way to school, carving past the daily shrubbery that blocked her path as loud bells rang.
These weren't the school bells however, these bellowed from all around, the tops of the trees to the very bottom, forcing a panic from the other members. Smoke raced its source, replacing any and every pocket of air with its charred contents. It soon coated the vicinity, smothering the girl and all the others alike in the blinding ash it carried.
Any chaos from the people had increased tenfold, and soon the walls of flame themselves ate away at the trees around them. Voices layered upon each other soon left behind by coughing fits and screams. Trees crashed down, blocking and burying those unfortunate enough to be near them.
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The girl, like anyone, ran. Her legs leaping from branch to branch, her arms spamming strikes into branches, vines and any critters that blocked her in a mad dash. Thankfully, she never had to do the same to her own kind, since she was far and away the fastest one of them.
Her knowledge of the area and outright speed left the wall of flames in the dust. Her teary eyes saw as much as she needed to make her way, soon buying her enough time to get a rest to get her bearings straight.
But this was when she heard another noise, a noise that, unlike the fire that just destroyed her home, brought genuine fear to her face. A shrieking horn.
Mother nature she could forgive, an accident by another race was a maybe. But the signal of the demonic empire, the shrieking horn, dismissed the possibility of an accident. Even in the tribe's extreme isolation, their members still knew of these horrifying behemoths that slaughter anything they wish by the order of their whims... There was no question this was done on purpose.
Gritting her teeth to a point of almost cracking them, she waved her fist wildly in the air. Another horn sounded, accompanying the first to create an even more deafening volume.
They stopped soon after, the cracking of the surrounding flames and on-going verbal chaos coating what was happening until she heard the latter noises vanish.
Beginning her rush to escape once more, she scampered through the remaining foliage as fast as she could. But no matter how fast she fled, a sound soon caught her ears that made her freeze once more.
Laughter, manic laughter. From every which direction, sharp chuckling pierced the surroundings, chilling the rabbit girl to her very bones.
After she forced her emotions into submission, her instincts kicked in once more, unconsciously pushed her body her further and further away from what was once her home. Tears drenched her face, a mixture of ash and her haywire emotions enforced this. Her clothes were in tatters, and even her trust knife became dull.
Nevertheless, she won the race against the fire and found herself facing the mountains that previously protected her people, now obstacles in the way of her survival. Leaving her home and family for good, she used the last of her strength to tame the steep surfaces, found an empty cave and cried herself to sleep.'
A droplet of water, with the same lack of origin as the force holding the book, dropped to the ground whilst the pages flipped by. It rapidly passed the chapter, soon starting the next.