Ashes of the dead
She stood outside the carefully marked perimeter looking at the ruins; the ruins of the town she had grown up in. It was ironic how she always said she wanted to get the hell out of there, be nowhere near that blasted town, but now this place called to her. From where she was standing she could see the half-ruined redbrick clocktower in the town square with everything standing between that and her torn apart. ---This wasnât the place she knew but then again she wasnât the same girl who lived there either. No, that was a lie; she was still that girl only now her scars were so smooth and polished that she almost seemed normal to the untrained eye.
She wondered if she had enough power in her to reverse this; to turn back the clock and revive this town, the world she used to live in, but she wasnât that naive or strong. But she was sharp and wary, her senses were yet to fail her so she knew. ---She knew she wasnât alone. âPathetic isnât it? ---What this town has become. Ruins. Nobody trying to fix it...â she mused not turning to look at the other person standing there, watching.
