Gone in the wind, harsh it is, strong its pulls. It tears the
land as if it were paper, ruining the lives of so many, mothers
watch as babies are sent from their arms to be impaled on a tree
branch with a cry and sickening thud. Once the wind had stopped
nothing was really left, those who survived walked around like
ghosts in a land forever changed. After some time though a band
of cheery people with lots of great things for the survivors
came, they said how the survivors are amazing people and if
cultivated into civilization could be magnificent. The people
took it in, though not to heart as they seemed to be lacking one.
Then one day an army of trouble and horde like people invaded the
lands of the people massacring anything that moved in bloodlust.
Now the people were helpless because their trusted cheery
friends, their only protectors had rushed off and did not hear
the peoples tormented calls.
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