LAYLA’S POVThunder struck from the sky, torching the apple tree in the centre of the square. The fire erupted, racing across the ground and setting everything it touched ablaze. Carnage, blood, pain, screams and raging cries were all I could hear and see. The fires licked at the edges of the village square, leaving the people petrified like a cornered rat. They ran helter-skelter, seeking refuge from not only the fire but the armed soldiers that haunted them.The ground rattled violently under me and my eyes trailed forward. Fear was registered on the faces of the people as they pushed past me, screaming and howling to the dead moon. I heard a whisper. Someone was crying to the Moon Goddess. Well, they shouldn't bother. The gods are dead. The sound of sizzling flesh and clanging swords sliced through the smoke-filled air and I stood, frozen. My legs rooted to the spot. “Run, Layla!” Raven called out weakly. My eyes fell on her immobile figure on the ground. What was she doing he
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