Rubble #FridayFictioneers

The remains of the town lay in rubble between the desert hills. Canada walk around the large bricks of a burnt down church, lost in thought.

Canada knew from the stories told in her village that her family had once lived in this town and when the maunders had come they had killed everyone but somehow not her. A villager’s dog had saved her and returned home with Canada in its mouth.

She had no memories of her family or this town but the desire to rebuild the place and rule over it as was her right burned deep within.

 

(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/05/08/10-may-2019/ with thanks).

 

 

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