~Fifty Four~
Atarah Blood was soaking the ground. The pungent smell made me feel nauseous. Dead bodies surrounded everywhere. Laying down on the muddy ground, piling up. The scene in front of my eyes was horrific enough to give me trauma for years and years. My eyes watered at the shrieks of pain and cries of miseries. This wasn't just a war, this felt like a cemetery. With the only difference that dead weren't buried under the ground but were lying on the ground— their eyes open, lifeless, enough to traumatize any sane person. I always knew wars weren't a pleasant place to be but never did I imagine it to be so fearsome. My eyes were moving through the dead and alive, searching for my Ansel. But I could barely find him. There were soldiers who guarded the kingdom with him but Ansel wasn't there. My
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