Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20180627021638/@comment-27550231-20180901214142

(Sorry for the long wait. Work was terrible.)

I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. I wanted to go back to my old and simple life. I never asked for this! But there he went, to the young boy, to the black mist... He walked over knealing next to the child and placed his hand on his shoulder. He spoek soft words of encouragement attempting to calm them. As he did I caught a glimpse of the remains and heaved. How could the child not understand? How could anyone not know what had happend?