Near: Hiding

Hating is not my thing. As the others were yelling, cursing and aruguing, I was hiding behind a tree covering my ears, praying for it to stop. Stop stop stop! Fighing will only tear us apart! Like in the future, I saw desruction, killing, hatred.

I started to cry from the memories. Then sudden silence. My tears stopped flowing, I feel a...Calmness take over me. Tick, tick, tick, tick.

I found myself standing in the middle of the group telling them to stop stop stop! Everyone was looking at me. Ath landed carrying a strange flute. He glanced at me noticing my tear stained cheeks.

The End

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