Wreckage.
That's all the town was now.
Nothing but dead corpses, demolished buildings and houses, wasted food & drinks, and Simon.
"Awful," Simon said to himself. "Just awful."
He felt like he was the only person surviving around here. He felt like he was just going through too much. Without the crown, this place would've been a dead town.
Simon walked through the city when all of a sudden, he heard crying. A child crying.
Ghosts?, Simon thought. Human- nah, couldn't be.
He felt like he would never see one for years, but there, in the middle of the city, was a little girl. Black hair, a red-and-purple overall dress, and red shoes.
He was going to go to her, to try and comfort her, but then he hesitated.
If he tried to help her, he was gonna have to stay with her, he would be all she has.
And the crown. When the time came, he wouldn't remember her. His mind and memories would be blank.
He had to do it.
Simon Petrikov ran over to the girl and wiped a tear from her eye, the girl looked up at him with her sad eyes.
He ran over to a demolished toy store, grabbed a pink teddy-bear, and gave it to practically his foster-child.
She retrieved it, and softly smiled and said, "Th-thank you."
"What's your name, little girl?", he asked.
"M-Marceline. Marceline Abadeer. But I just go by Marcy."
He smiled and shook Marceline's hand, "I'm Simon Petrikov, but you can call me Simon."
~~~~~~~~~To be continued...~~~~~~~~~