Resurrection of Fire
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M through R › Reign of Fire
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,722
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5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Reign of Fire, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Prologue
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April 5, 2021
....Fifteen days that we've thus far marched. What little food we carried with us is long since gone and we move on by sheer force of will. The children are weakening before our eyes and there is nothing to be done for it. Listening to the younger ones cry in the night with empty bellies I wonder juow mow many will make it.....
...Just this morning, Dreamer spoke of the City of Hope. Quinn was in his dreams the night before and he knows we are coming. He told of the dream and of Quinn leading us to the rebuilt city. WE MUST KEEP MOVING....
May 1, 2021
We were dealt a hard blow this morn. The little one, we called her faith, did not make it through the night. She fell alseep in my arms and did not wake. I shed my bitter tears for the wee babe, of o8 mo8 months, and buried her near the ruins of a Abbey near New Castle. I blame myself, for what good is my knowledge of medicine when I can't save the weakest among us? Things are desperate and without food there will be many more in the days to come like our precious faith...
....Our men are few but those among them are not immune to the devastation of watching the children suffer, watching them die before our eyes.....
...Breck is ever the attentive leader, concerned for his beleaguered tribe before himself. I have notice, in the passing days of our trek south, that he takes special care with me. Just this afternoon he offered me the mare when I began to lag, but I refused. I will walk as long as the children walk, I'm no more important than them, maybe less so. They are the new life that will repopulate this world, make it strong again, and I shall be content to watch it all. I will be content to see a world rise from the ashes where no longer we have to turn our faces to the sky in fear, no longer have to hide at the rise of the wind. The few, the strong, have inherited these lands and we will rebuild and grow.......
Small hands closed the deraggled journal and gave into a heart wrenching sigh.
TBC
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April 5, 2021
....Fifteen days that we've thus far marched. What little food we carried with us is long since gone and we move on by sheer force of will. The children are weakening before our eyes and there is nothing to be done for it. Listening to the younger ones cry in the night with empty bellies I wonder juow mow many will make it.....
...Just this morning, Dreamer spoke of the City of Hope. Quinn was in his dreams the night before and he knows we are coming. He told of the dream and of Quinn leading us to the rebuilt city. WE MUST KEEP MOVING....
May 1, 2021
We were dealt a hard blow this morn. The little one, we called her faith, did not make it through the night. She fell alseep in my arms and did not wake. I shed my bitter tears for the wee babe, of o8 mo8 months, and buried her near the ruins of a Abbey near New Castle. I blame myself, for what good is my knowledge of medicine when I can't save the weakest among us? Things are desperate and without food there will be many more in the days to come like our precious faith...
....Our men are few but those among them are not immune to the devastation of watching the children suffer, watching them die before our eyes.....
...Breck is ever the attentive leader, concerned for his beleaguered tribe before himself. I have notice, in the passing days of our trek south, that he takes special care with me. Just this afternoon he offered me the mare when I began to lag, but I refused. I will walk as long as the children walk, I'm no more important than them, maybe less so. They are the new life that will repopulate this world, make it strong again, and I shall be content to watch it all. I will be content to see a world rise from the ashes where no longer we have to turn our faces to the sky in fear, no longer have to hide at the rise of the wind. The few, the strong, have inherited these lands and we will rebuild and grow.......
Small hands closed the deraggled journal and gave into a heart wrenching sigh.
TBC