Shots reverberates causing a wild disturbance in the morning air, coupled with it the smell of black powder and the relatively deafening noise it produces. Tin cans crumpled, shattered vases in the floor, and wooden planks adorned with clean tiny holes through.
The middle of the vast grassy field is surrounded by vacant trees. Birds that stayed for shelter at the trees just this morning are gone by either the intolerable noises the firearms exceed with every click of their fingers, or how the bearers of the weapon intentionally made them targets for practice, leaving carcasses of lifeless birds on the ground. Other animals of the place left in haste as well as the humans bathed in newfound power and drowned on it.
For three days, this has kept the citizens of Avalair awake. And when the
