I stand there in the middle of it all, the sound of swords clashing a brutal battle unfolding. I look up to see the bastard who caused all of this smiling, enjoying our pain while he hides behind his army. I ball my fist my knuckles turning white, After all our struggles, this is our outcome? No way as if I'd accept that We didn't go through all that just to suffer defeat no.
12 years ago ever since dungeons became a thing everyday has always been a struggle for survival, a battle for the fittest only the strong survive.
What was a happy day celebrating my mothers birthday quickly turned into a nightmare, my moms lifeless body buried under rubble from a dungeon break.
No amount of novels or self stupidity could fool you into thinking this situation is ideal the streets littered with dead bodies children, elderly everyone dead no exceptions just like my mother, someone I have always turned to for support and to ground me on days I don't feel like myself now gone my safety net it's gone so how am I supposed to move on? I should've been with them. I shouldn't have let my mom push me out of the way and instead took that fall. Took that attack, now I stand here in the cold staring at their lifeless bodies while listening to the cries echoing through the streets. till I see it a twitch my mothers fingers,
I still, before kneeling down crawling to her crying even harder as I try to claw away the rubble that is burying her, I grab anything with my little strength trying my best to lift it and save her "mom, mom I'll get you out of there hold on" my voice trembling as I mindlessly claw at the debris "R-ris?" Her voice once filled with so much life and energy now weak "mom don't talk, I-I'll get you out of there" struggling to get my words out as tears streak my face, a hand firmly grips me and I see it's my moms hand "h-honey don't worry about me, Just find safety and go to uncle Ma alright?" I choke "but mom—-" I struggle to free myself from her grip "I love you so much " I burst into tears now and clutch her hand calling out to her, hearing no reply.
I don't know for how long I sat there crying before feeling my uncle scooped me into his arms saying things I could barely understand because of my tears and as I sat in that car and taken away I looked at where my mother was buried and clutch my blood stained dress, I made a vow. To survive and To get back at whoever did this to me and my family no matter who it was.