Maybe it was the smoke from all the previous fires or the weather itself. The sky above was pale and gloomy, dark grey clouds blocking out the sun. The wind was strong and wild, like the warning of a storm to come. Flower pots flew about, and parts of the bush hedges tore from their roots. A body. Running through the courtyards, it was a constant blend of dodging flower pots, sliding underneath flying hedges, and trying not to trip over holes in the ground. Then a body came flying my way, completely catching me off guard. My leg got caught in a hole, forcing me to the ground. My mind couldn't help picturing it was Fiona's body, but I shook the thought out of my head. The medallion around my neck reminded me I had set fire to hers and Peggy's. The wind was probably already picking up their ashes. I pulled my leg out of the hole, grateful I hadn't sprained my ankle or anything. I picked myself up and kept moving. The sound of armies clashing had faded and I could now he
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