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just wanted to write something about blasted rocks from the point of view of someone who lived there.
no beta we die like tucker. grammar and story is probably bad :nevirodies:
but yeah enjoy the story i guess
As a deserter, I never sail south. That’s where the land of bronze is located. They would kill me if they saw me. But hey, at least I can still stand there with a disguise without dying.
But it’s not the same….
It’s not the same as what once was Cassia Town. That was my home.
I miss my childhood. I miss the days of old where nothing mattered. I miss my childhood home, where mother would lay down and rest after being left alone by my father, how every night I could sneak out of my own room alongside my brother to see the ocean. I still remember the duel against an old rival of mine as a teen, and how everyone congratulated me for winning.
I’ll admit, my childhood was awful. I despise anyone who didn’t suffer like I did. My father was a drunkard, he always argued with my mother, hit my older brother with an unsheathed blade, and admitted that I was a mistake.
The scorching climate there didn’t help me either, as I was born with explosion magic. One wrong move from and I might spontaneously combust.
I was bullied, everyone loved my brother more than me, my mother died, you get it.
But despite all that, it’s still home. Its where the only few people who cared about me lived after all. I miss them. I miss my mother, my younger siblings, and my three childhood friends.
Even when I managed to achieve my dream of leaving my hometown, I still come back every once in a while to meet my only few relatives and friends that I cared about. Sure, that doesn’t always happen as a former bronze legion soldier. But the fact that I can be more than a weapon was enough to make me keep on living. I even brought a few old friends of mine from the legion along sometimes.
And now? It’s all gone, Cassia Town is merely a deserted wasteland now. To see the port where even pirates would stop by and rest completely wiped out just breaks my heart.
Not to mention, my house is nowhere to be found. The only thing related to a house I found was a broken doll underneath a pile of sand covering the floor of someone’s house.
Other than that? There’s hardly any buildings left. Only ruins…
Everywhere I looked, I saw skeletons. Both from the enemy and fellow people.
I can still hear their screams…. I still remember seeing an old friend of mine begging me to leave him alone when I could have carried him. The battle was terrible. So terrible that for once, I wanted to help my brother and father. I grieved for my childhood home as I witnessed everything I grew up being destroyed, and covered with dead bodies.
There’s no hope left in this damned place. Especially with that tornado, the same tornado that took away both the enemy and the soldiers
It’s all gone. There’s no turning back now, everything I knew is lost.
To everyone I knew from my childhood, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m a failure, I couldn’t save you all.
