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Mealen looked around her. A layer of red coated the land as far as she could see, bodies thrown into the mix as though they had been left in a blender with no lid. Maelen stumbled slightly as she began to feel the symptoms of blood loss. She gave up covering the large wound on her side and scanned for life. She heard a muffled cry and ambled forward. A strong hand shot out and gripped her ankle causing her to trip, sending crimson droplets into the air.
"Heheh, we're all dead,MAC Eyeliner! All dead! Hahahah,gucci for women!" the man laughed manically and then suddenly died, his eyes locked open as if transfixed on some horror.
Maelen struggled back to her feet and continued her search for the cries. A young soldier lay impaled on a long sword,chemise ralph lauren homme, beads of perspiration dotting his features as he gasped for his final breaths.
"Help,Louis Vuitton Borse, me… Woman please… help…"
The speech sent the boy, no older than eleven, into a coughing fit. Blood erupted from his mouth and splattered the blade in his chest. Maelen crossed herself and said a short prayer on the boy's behalf as he slipped into another realm. Maelen trudged on, stepping on old picture frames and soiled weaponry.
Maelen arrived at her house, or what was left of it. Not a single board remained upright, nor a single personal item remained intact. Maelen painfully picked through the charred remnants of her home, finding bit and pieces of her family scattered among the rubble. Upon finding her baby sister Maelen gave out a great cry and collapsed to her knees. Grief stricken and wounded Maelen wept. She wept for her family, for her comrades,juicy couture shoes, for all the poor people wrapped up in this mess, ally and enemy. Maelen swept her crusted hands across her eyes in an attempt to dry her tears but they continued to spill down her cheeks.
An odd sensation began to overcome the young woman. A tingling cold began at her finger tips and toes,juicy couture, working their way ever so slowly to her torso. Exhausted from the battle a coy smile spread on Maelen's face. A small laugh escaped her lips as her eyes closed.
"Dearest Argenathorn… Together forever… As promised…"
Ok I know this was really random but I'm listening to some depressing sounding music and this popped into my head. Argenathorn is just a guy who I decided to make Maelen's boyfriend and such to add a slightly romantic side to the story. Tho is guess for u all to actually understand it u'd have to know that Arenathorn died previously in the war in a bloody battle as well (speared through the heart with an arrow for those of u who were curious) if this gets enough reviews and such I'll turn it into a full story with Argenathorn in it as well. K well…. Review!
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