July 8th, 1800
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Smoke rises.
A big, thick smoke in the afternoon. Could it be a fire on the market? I asked myself.
It's hard to see, it hurts to breathe, then I hear people yelling, but with the smoke obscuring my view, all I see are figures running past me, they're being followed by yellow-eyed creatures with no face. There is but a void for their faces, they got no expression behind those haunting eyes.
There's no time to do anything but run away. I couldn't even help my people, I had to escape from that pandemonium as soon as possible, so I left the street as quickly as I could. My parents must be at the gates, I thought, because their house lies near the kingdom's boundaries and it's a heavily guarded neighborhood. To my surprise, When I arrived at the main gates, I found nothing but thousands of dead guards and I felt a strong smell of burnt flesh coming from the houses within the neighborhood.
A while later, I'm at home, but everything feels different. The smell of rain is no longer the same, the smoke of that day follows me everywhere. Somehow... I made it through alive at the cost of leaving everything behind.