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A flash of lightning, and the ancient oak falls…

My insides all turned to ash
So slow
And blew away as I collapsed
So cold
A black wind took them away
From sight
And held the darkness over day
That night

They were gone. All of them. The sky was dark above him, nearly black with the thick cloudcover, and thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. He sat alone, on his knees in the rubble between the small, still-burning fires. It was his fault. It was all his fault.

And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

He turned his face to the sky, where the clouds reflected his heart, dark and emotionless. A light rain began to fall, as if on cue, from the heavens, quenching the flames around him. The day had been won, but at what cost?

I used to be my own protection
But not now
Cause my path has lost direction
Somehow
A black wind took you away
From sight
And held the darkness over day
That night

She was gone. It was the truth pounding into his mind, twisting into the pain and amplifying it. He would never see her again. She had taken him in, even after everything he had done, befriended him, changed him… and now she was gone because of him. He choked back an agonized sob as he clenched his fingers around her lifeless palm, holding her hand through the darkness and the rain. She was cold already, after only so many minutes.

And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
And the ground below grew colder
As they put you down inside
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

The rain grew heavier with a crash of thunder and flash of lightning, beating into the already wet ground and causing her body to sink a fraction into the earth. He clutched her hand tighter, squeezing his eyes closed against the image of her natural burial. It was too soon. The rain was stronger with the second, and he knew that on this terrain, it wouldn't be long until she was under, along with the rest of them. Lost to the very earth they had died defending.

A bird flew by above, calling its solemn, melancholy cry to the silent world below as it was buffetted by the storm. The battle was over, the land and its people ravaged. Tara was won over again by the People, the sacrifices lying beside the fallen oak.

Description
A flash of lightning, and the ancient oak falls…

My insides all turned to ash
So slow
And blew away as I collapsed
So cold
A black wind took them away
From sight
And held the darkness over day
That night

They were gone. All of them. The sky was dark above him, nearly black with the thick cloudcover, and thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. He sat alone, on his knees in the rubble between the small, still-burning fires. It was his fault. It was all his fault.

And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

He turned his face to the sky, where the clouds reflected his heart, dark and emotionless. A light rain began to fall, as if on cue, from the heavens, quenching the flames around him. The day had been won, but at what cost?

I used to be my own protection
But not now
Cause my path has lost direction
Somehow
A black wind took you away
From sight
And held the darkness over day
That night

She was gone. It was the truth pounding into his mind, twisting into the pain and amplifying it. He would never see her again. She had taken him in, even after everything he had done, befriended him, changed him… and now she was gone because of him. He choked back an agonized sob as he clenched his fingers around her lifeless palm, holding her hand through the darkness and the rain. She was cold already, after only so many minutes.

And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
And the ground below grew colder
As they put you down inside
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

The rain grew heavier with a crash of thunder and flash of lightning, beating into the already wet ground and causing her body to sink a fraction into the earth. He clutched her hand tighter, squeezing his eyes closed against the image of her natural burial. It was too soon. The rain was stronger with the second, and he knew that on this terrain, it wouldn't be long until she was under, along with the rest of them. Lost to the very earth they had died defending.

A bird flew by above, calling its solemn, melancholy cry to the silent world below as it was buffetted by the storm. The battle was over, the land and its people ravaged. Tara was won over again by the People, the sacrifices lying beside the fallen oak.