Dahlia ~The Scarvyn Empire belonged to the Scarvyn’s again.The rogues were gone, their filthy blood stained the pristine white stone of our streets, their corpses left to burn far outside the gates where they belonged.But standing in the middle of what was left of my home, I was supposed to feel nostalgia or perhaps a bit of joy if I was being greedy, but all I felt was a strange, hurting emptiness.The streets were silent, they had been stripped bare of all the life I remembered them having as a child. The atmosphere reeked with the scent of smoke and old blood, but beneath it, one could still catch faint traces of what once was, honeysuckle from old gardens, incense from the temples, the warm, rich scent of freshly baked bread that used to fill the markets.My heart squeezed with a sudden burst of emotion.It had been so long since I’d last walked these white streets. And yet, I could still picture everything exactly as it was before the rogues took it from us. The maroon banner
Magbasa pa
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