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*48 Hours after barrier has been broken*

The cityscape is clouded in smoke.  You couldn't see two blocks in front of you. It tasted toxic on your tongue as you breathe in, eyes stung as the airborne poisons attack the sensitive organs.

Not so distant fires illuminate the polluted nights sky. Police and fire sirens can be heard echoing through the dusty city streets, screeching tires often accompany them. Gunshots ring,  like afternoon bells, almost rhythmically.

These sounds,  together, sing like a chaotic chorus. Roaring together. Gnashing their teeth. Stomping in a show of immense power. All this noise could scar any innocent, for the rest of their pitiful, little, insignificant lives. Not like it's unexpected. This is war.

Death in a mad rush and struggle for power is very much, expected and predicted, accounted for.

The death toll is catastrophic. Hundreds of lives have been taken. Both sides have  suffered the effects of war. It brings a people together, and rips another apart.

~Rayel and Frame~ Papyrus x ReaderWo Geschichten leben. Entdecke jetzt