I'll figure out a way to get indenting to work on here without having to hit the space-bar like five times, eventually... Grrr. Anyways... I don't even know what I really wanted to write about. Guess I just had the urge and figured I'd see where it'd go. This is where it feels like leading me:
Staring off into the cold gray morning mist, Blair blinked back the tears that threatened to spill down her face. Nothing left to call a home, no one left that she knew. All gone and burned within a moment's notice. A horde of the king's dragon fleet came on shadowed wing and left nothing but cinders in its wake. She had been out hunting late when the smell of smoke and the sound of screams permeated the air. Her feet raced as fast as they could, crashing through the brush, but all she could do was stand on a ledge while her village burned to ash. There was nothing special about her village, just a small band of rebels who wouldn't harm anything no matter how much they talked of it. They had been betrayed, but by whom she couldn't have guessed.
Blair shook her head to clear the images, placing a hand over her eyes as if to create a shield to block them out. Nothing worked though. She woke drenched in a cold sweat night after night. Each morning she would try to push back the memory and keep walking. Many villages she passed had acquired the same fate, each laying in a charred ruin. She just had to tell her feet to keep moving and not to look at the burned corpses of the residents, who had obviously been shut inside their houses. These were bleak days and things didn't seem like they were in for a quick change any time soon...
Hmmm... I'll figure out if I want to go anywhere with that, or just scrap it, later. Right now I suppose I should try to sleep since I'm waking up semi early to attempt to get my car licensed in NE finally. Huzzah!
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