The fire had roared through the land, devouring everything. Tela had watched from the hilltop, watched the flames soar, the homestead succumb. Her homestead. her heart wanting deperately to go down to save something, anything, but her head had saved her from that.
Now, as the blackened land crunched under her footsteps, the stink of smoke and death invading her senses, Tela wondered whether she regretted listening to her head. until a speck of colour caught her eye.
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