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She was desperate
Sweat was drenching her armor and the stench of perspiration and the blood she was clad in wasn't the sweetest of smell.
Yet the only thought in the back of her head was the fact that she was going to die today. Her life wi...
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If you had thought Cockscold was nothing but rubbles and backward rednecks before, you should take a look at it now. At only nine Persephone had never seen such monstrosities of the town before. Sure she heard how her teachers and neighboring townspeople's houses and plots of land were destroyed.
Have you ever heard the term seeing is believing?
Here, Bobby Persephone and Granny stood in the heart of Cockscold shock surging through their bones.
It was disastrous, a calamity, a mess, no hope was left for the townspeople. Asphalt had been uprooted off the streets, Mr.Richhounds stuffy marketplace was completely flattened as if there wasn't a 10-foot shack standing there. Persephone didn't even want to look left or right at the markets that lined the streets or the houses along the main street.
On top of all that the snow which covered the ruins had now melted due to the pelting sunlight thus leaving the things that might have been good completely unusable.
Granny was lost for words, her small tailoring building had also been uprooted, leaving fabrics and cloth exposed to the harsh exterior of the world. Luckily granny was a clean freak and everything either had been sealed away in steel bands, leaving the things reusable once more.
Christmas was merely two weeks away, what were they going to do?
How were they going to recover?
Soon the council found their way to the heart of the town similar to the trio, and the townspeople no doubt surrounded them.
"I know, it's horrible" Mr. Beckonson belted.
Mr.Beckonson the town head of Council, he was taller than most but not the tallest, lanky in feature, caucasian his grey hair was always sleek back never a strand of hair out of place. Similarly to his name wherever he went people followed. Whether it was due to his status in Cockscold or just his demeanor the man was never alone or could catch a good breath.
There were three people on the council Mr.Beckonson being the head followed by his wife and oldest son who was in his mid-forties.
"We have sent a telegram to the king! Before the morning broke we had Mr. Legons ride his horse to the city! For far too long he has neglected this side of his country! we have demanded his presence and his mighty Knights to fix or aid our problems!" At this, the crowd clapped.
The King, The Knights, The Knights, The King- Persephone rolled her eyes and scuffed this lead to Granny nudging her to shut it and even Bobby looked down at her worriedly.
