The Throne That Waits
The New Day was still there clinging to the ruins like it was alive.
The land was still hurt from what happened. It was, like a dark wound that covered the plains where fires used to burn and people used to scream.. The screams were silenced by the loud thunder. The air smelled bad because of the smoke and the dead people and the new things that were growing. It smelled like something was being built again from all the damage that was done. The land and the air were still feeling the effects of the fire and the thunder and the screams. The fire was. The land was still scarred.
