=Fragmented Memories= Ni kyrtayl gai saad The huskier muscular arm that was clasping my much smaller one as the words were spoken to me....explosions in the distance, death everywhere, screams of triumph, or loss or sadness...I was barely eight years old....the husky, armoured man then removed the T-visor helmet from his head revealing a seemingly blind man, cloth over his eyes, he was in his later middle age, he gave a reassuring smile that set me at ease despite the fact I was half covered in the remains of dead parents that shielded me from the carnage.....thats when life truly begins for me.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 00:40:17 +0000
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