Amaela
The school building still quivered occasionally from last night’s incident. The thunder still rumbled angrily. Jeremy crippled under the concrete and steel roof. The dust floated on the air shimmering in the sunlight. Rekha trapped beneath a heavy broken furniture which may have been the table at the lab. Black and opaque clouds still lingering over the school building. The sun shone gaily except for the “NEW AGE HIGH SHOOL.” Everything had gone. Whatever little remained was resting on the ground in the heap of ruins. A wall - which yet had the strength to remain erected: surrounded by fragments of slabs and concrete after whatever catastrophe had happened last night - carried a name “AMAELA” in gory red. A figure in the dark cloak whispered the same name into everyone’s ears, “Are you
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