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Surviving Genocide
Fire rained down from atop the yellow knolls. Glowing eyes watched in smug satisfaction. Gathered crystals burst, blue shards shooting out in every direction. White smoke hung heavily in the air. The Unity screamed in silent voices, heard only by others of their kind. They weakened under the onslaught, but did not perish.
Haunted by images of a time long past, he looked anxiously down into the stranger's face. A face he now wore. He would find a way to fix him, to ease this being's pain. He must. He could not let the horror be unleashed again. Not ever.