The sun illuminated the dust in the air, all was quiet now. Through her small squint she could see the ruble around her. She tried to push was she could off of her, but to no avail was she able to release herself from the weight of rock and debris. She lay still again, staring into the light that came in through an open hole in what was left of her home. She couldn't believe what had happened, no one could have predicted what had happened, especially a five year old. A five year old can't comprehend why an attack was made on such peaceful people in means to provoke a war for power… All she knows is that she's in pain, she can't see or hear her mother or father, and that the sun is rising. Thinking about all this just made her angry and sad. Using her feelings to give her strength, she tried once more to push herself from where she was wedged. She grunted as the she felt the woods full weight and as its now rough edges dug into her hands. No good. The wood fell back as her arms lost feeling in them and crumpled above her to her sides. Moving the debris caused some other lose wood to fall on top of where she lay. All she saw next was darkness and began to dream of life before the attack.