I Love Writing Stories
The ground before me lay dead. Scorched earth and trees mark where the fire had been started. The bodies of my people were before me, all of them slaughtered.
A day ago this land had been full of life. A day ago my people lived in these buildings. A day ago I was not the last of my kind.
Our existence had been simple, basic, enlightening, but it was all we knew. My life had been one of pure peace. Only my people lived in the area. We knew no such things as war or violence. All my people knew was cooperation, harmony, and understanding, a life of tranquility and elegance.
I had loved, raised children, and grew up in this land. I had dreamed of growing old in this land, just as my ancestors had before me. That dream ended the day those strangers came.
Three ships had been spotted along the outer boarders of the city harbor. The ships had been through battle recently, shown by the damage each one sustained and the injured crew.
My people helped the injured crew without even thinking, just as we always did. It turned out to be our greatest mistake. As soon as the doors to the harbor opened, a fleet of warriors attacked the city. Unaccustomed to war, my people were slaughtered.
I had watched as the invaders killed every last one of my people. Elders, children, male, female, none were safe from the invaders. They killed us and destroyed our home, all across the continent.
I had watched my entire family die. I had seen all my people die. I had witnessed the destruction of my people’s empire.
Gone was the city. Gone was the harbor. Gone were my people. Gone was the empire of Atlantis.
A day ago this land had been full of life. A day ago my people lived in these buildings. A day ago I was not the last of my kind.
Our existence had been simple, basic, enlightening, but it was all we knew. My life had been one of pure peace. Only my people lived in the area. We knew no such things as war or violence. All my people knew was cooperation, harmony, and understanding, a life of tranquility and elegance.
I had loved, raised children, and grew up in this land. I had dreamed of growing old in this land, just as my ancestors had before me. That dream ended the day those strangers came.
Three ships had been spotted along the outer boarders of the city harbor. The ships had been through battle recently, shown by the damage each one sustained and the injured crew.
My people helped the injured crew without even thinking, just as we always did. It turned out to be our greatest mistake. As soon as the doors to the harbor opened, a fleet of warriors attacked the city. Unaccustomed to war, my people were slaughtered.
I had watched as the invaders killed every last one of my people. Elders, children, male, female, none were safe from the invaders. They killed us and destroyed our home, all across the continent.
I had watched my entire family die. I had seen all my people die. I had witnessed the destruction of my people’s empire.
Gone was the city. Gone was the harbor. Gone were my people. Gone was the empire of Atlantis.
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