The thriving fires latched onto my trousers. My vision - still blurred from the attack moments ago- disrupted my ability to maintain a steady walk. The smell of dried blood filled the area around us.
With a companion to my left - still bruised from the attack, she hunched forward revealing the fresh scars that struck her back. To my right lay a motionless body, a friend. He had perished during the attack, not only killing one, but many. The greatest attack we had faced yet. The one that had consumed so many lives. The one which had left so much physical and emotional pain. The memorable nightmares would never vanquish, they would haunt me for as long as I live. Or as long as I die.
The journey of TOLAF would never be over. But for now. It surely was.