Melting Soil

Posted: August 27, 2013 in Uncategorized

The sun had been down for two hours, but the flames licked past the horizon and cast a light through the smoke it itself had been producing, turning the sky into a storm scene of yellows, reds, and charcoal purples. The sounds of wood snapping and popping was almost as loud as the cannon fire itself, each trying to outdo each other in volume, in fury, in violence. A shot boomed across the glade like half a thunderclap and struck the church bell, which chimed once before hitting the stone street with a panicked thump. The city was falling, if it hadn’t fallen already, and those who were trapped inside faced death just as readily if they attempted to flee into the waiting arms and blades of the armies on one side, the vulturous brigands on the other.


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