Hop, Skip, Jump, Rage - Part Three
The memories came back to her in her dreams like the did every night. Despite the fact that sleep was one of her favourite activities, aprticularly where she could find a warm spot, Trina knew that sleep was also one of her worst memories as every night was filled with the same burning reminder of the fact that she had lost so much: the ash cloud that burned into the skies as those she knew and held dear dissipated into the wind as carefree as the dust they had returned to, moments before the Desiertan raiders set upon what was left of the city that she had called home - those who were left were forced to flee before their fate was worse than death, and Trina was only lucky that she'd been outside the city that day. Friends, family. Places of work and leisure. Memories of those who had come before, and those who were yet to come. Everything that day was absorbed into the void of nothingness the way that everything had been done since the dawn of time: all came from nothing, and all inevitably returned to nothing eventually. However, for so many of those people, it was really not their time - but fate decided otherwise.
So, in that moment, she had begged and pleaded with the only person left in her life that they leave, not look back, and do something about it to maintain what was left of their lives. She remembered the moment that she had to apply for her international passport - she'd needed Ray's help with some of it because she simply didn't know how to fill it in. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed and she knew it. He already had his, being a famous adventurer and all, but Trina had never left Joya in her life. Hell, for so much of it, she'd barely even left Felidae City. Now, though, she was going to have to uproot what little she had left and find a new home.
That home would, ironically, be the place that was responsible for the deaths of so many. But hey, she had a passport this time so that she could explore the world. It was good that they got out when they did, too, because the world borders started closing only days later - and they were well on their way to another country in order to start taking care of their lives. From there, the could find the truth about what happened that day of what was supposed to be a peace treaty, and take back their lives and make something for themselves once again.
But no matter of willpower could erase the memory of watching her home become the ash cloud void. The pillars of cloud and fire would indelibly be etched into her psyche forever. Every night she would see them. Every night she would find fear gripping her heart. And every night she would remember why she was here, in a strange land. This was all she had left - no home, no family to return to, and barely any friends. Maybe here, after it all, she could find some peace in her dreams.
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