Seven
Clouds of flames and smoke rose from afar. Shouts and gunshots echoed from the mountains. After hours of driving and thought, my worst nightmares seemed to have come true. My heart pushed against my lungs, and my body felt numb for a second. A part of me still refused to believe that this was true, that I had not been overreacting, that the village did not stand in peace against the majestic mountains, as I tried to talk myself into believing.
I hid the car in between trees next to the village so that nobody would notice, but noticed already the big army trucks painted in bright blue colors on the main road. I was too late.
Peaking out of the trees, I saw how the village of Area Three burned against the backdrop of the mountains. Fire illuminated the turf huts, lit by the soldiers
