Chapter 48: Wail Of A Monster
The small hill, the stone house at the far end of the big field near the big oak tree, the whispering breeze, and the clear blue sky above...
[Home...]
But...the place in front of her although appeared the same, has changed.
The lush greenery that used to surround the house is now replaced with greyish wilted weeds peppered around. Only the trunk of the oak tree remained while the dry branches harrowingly swayed in the dry wind. A pungent scent rose from the once-fertile soil which is barren and parched now, twisting her stomach.
It smelled like death and looked like evil is occupying this place. It looked cursed.
[300 years...]
She closed her eyes as she remembered the good old days of her past when this place was filled with life.
At this time of the year, there would be a blanket of golden wheat shaking their heads to the tune of the wind. This entire plain would be filled with a colorful aroma of fertility. Cheerful songs would be sung as they prepared for the bountiful harvest.
Her grandfather would be sitting under the tree on a bench with some of the village wastrels and be drinking merrily. He’d proudly speak of the valiance of his brothers and his in the war long ago. Sitting on a wooden swing, she’d be listening to his stories while Tubby would nag her to come and play with him.
Her heart twisted in pain. This is where she wanted to return to after the war ended. But she never got the chance to return.