Dawn's POV
The entire area outside what used to be Emberblade’s training ground was filled with movement as everyone prepared for the long journey to Blue Ridge. Warriors shifted back and forth, gathering the few supplies that survived the attack. Mothers held their children tightly, some whispering comfort, others simply staring ahead with empty expressions because grief had taken all their words. The smoke from the burned homes lingered faintly in the air, creating a heaviness that settled in all our hearts.
As Wayne helped load some packs for the elderly, I used the time to walk through the scattering crowd of survivors. Many of them looked exhausted, emotionally broken, and unsure of what the future would bring, but when they saw me passing by, a few approached hesitantly.
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