Winter the 39th, 514AV
“What is it with this season?” Molly growled, her heart was beat hard enough to make her feel as if she needed to catch her breath. It felt like all around her Zeltiva was constantly falling apart. The entire city tilted on an axis and shaken until it tore screams from everyone only the day before.
All around her people buzzed like a swarm of angry, frightened bees unsure of what to do admits the constant chaos of the obelisks. Walking quickly while she was rooted to the spot, watching like she was free from it all. With a snap Molly spun to face the direction of her house, she’d hide from it, run to Leo.
Except…except there was a little girl standing amidst the leftover chaos. She looked so strange for a moment Molly swore she was seeing things but then. Then it got worse, the child was gone and in thee wreckage as if it was a playground wrought with bodies. Panicked Molly looked around but could see no parental figure around and most were comfortable ignoring the child who could easily become another of the bodies.
More people ran, shouting for help fixing this and that, making sure everyone was was pitching in and trying to make it as if they couldn't be apart of repairing their fallen city. With anymore thought Molly was run-walking to the child in order to pull them out, worry eating at her. The closer she got Molly realized exactly how close the child was to the bodies and damage.
Off to her left she spotted more people and children and a man half covered by the rubble. She crept forward, her heart slowing with dread until she was able to see that the bodies were okay. “Do you need any help? You…”
“You shouldn’t go over there, miss! You don’t know what else might break. We're not done making sure stuff won't fall.”
The beekeeper turned back, exasperated now that things seemed to sink in with each sweep of her gaze. Her face clearly said to shut up then she turned back to the…was that a mask? Odd, Molly thought.
“Are the children alright?”
She frowned now, it was hard to see them the closer she got, as if they were faded into the background and not all there. Heat rose from the destruction and obscured her vision more. Her eyes narrowed into slits to try and see better.
All around her people buzzed like a swarm of angry, frightened bees unsure of what to do admits the constant chaos of the obelisks. Walking quickly while she was rooted to the spot, watching like she was free from it all. With a snap Molly spun to face the direction of her house, she’d hide from it, run to Leo.
Except…except there was a little girl standing amidst the leftover chaos. She looked so strange for a moment Molly swore she was seeing things but then. Then it got worse, the child was gone and in thee wreckage as if it was a playground wrought with bodies. Panicked Molly looked around but could see no parental figure around and most were comfortable ignoring the child who could easily become another of the bodies.
More people ran, shouting for help fixing this and that, making sure everyone was was pitching in and trying to make it as if they couldn't be apart of repairing their fallen city. With anymore thought Molly was run-walking to the child in order to pull them out, worry eating at her. The closer she got Molly realized exactly how close the child was to the bodies and damage.
Off to her left she spotted more people and children and a man half covered by the rubble. She crept forward, her heart slowing with dread until she was able to see that the bodies were okay. “Do you need any help? You…”
“You shouldn’t go over there, miss! You don’t know what else might break. We're not done making sure stuff won't fall.”
The beekeeper turned back, exasperated now that things seemed to sink in with each sweep of her gaze. Her face clearly said to shut up then she turned back to the…was that a mask? Odd, Molly thought.
“Are the children alright?”
She frowned now, it was hard to see them the closer she got, as if they were faded into the background and not all there. Heat rose from the destruction and obscured her vision more. Her eyes narrowed into slits to try and see better.