A shot fired, then another, then another. They never ceased,
they were just drowned out every now and then by an explosion, or a last breath.
The descent of a home lifts the dust closer to heaven along with the hidden
residents. It was the least to be expected when faced with war. A mile south of
the purification a little girl sat in her father’s lap lost in a world that never
lands, with a boy who lives with his feet off the ground. The girl snuggled her
cheek to her father’s chest hoping to get a glimpse of the world that would
haunt her dreams. His heartbeat was strong and steady unlike her own, as she
awaited the end of the boy’s destiny. There was a sword and a hook, a fairy and
some magic, all in an exhilarating dance. With a dash, a swirl, and a twinkle
of hope the boy would defeat the inevitable end and win his forever. The little
girl sucked in a breath of anticipation, and with a flash of bright light she
drowned the world in silence with her final breath.
