Helleu! Just decided that I should write down Sophias experience of going home after Lo-ts of things happend. (Badum tss). Now this was done on my phone. Soooo yeah. X
Finally. Finally going home. New clothes, a propper bath.. tea? These were only a few things that popped in her mind whilst she walked to the city. The group was big and showed a lot of diversity. Elderly, children, weak, rich, poor... Yet not many people who were still as fit as herself. Well it was the best option. She was bad with fighting.. and that is what they needed? Right? She could't have been of any help. Yes, tgat's right. She did what-.
Her train if thought stopped as a small boy squeezed in her hand. She looked down, passed her ruined dress and the small purse she was wearing, the child would look tired. His eyes met her eyes, as she stopped to pick him up, resulting in the boy falking asleep straight away.
Getting closer to the gates, her eyes drifted to the destroyed walls, scattered equipment and bodies which were yet to be recovered. At the sight of this, she pushed her head closer to that of the child, whispering somethings to the sleeping child in her arms.
Quickly making their way through the city, she could only hope that her house looked half as good as some she came accross. Destroyed houses, burning barricades, smashed and looted stores, the city had looked better. But as she walked on she saw people smiling, laughing. So it easn't all bad? Right?
As soon as she entered the Ithanian district, music could be heard and dance could be seen, those mourning and celebrating joined together, offering support, strength and showing unity. As she moved through the district, she was relieved that the houses still looked good and her neighbours were celebrating, lifting her mood up.
She stopped. A few feet from her house. Glass littered the streets as she carefully walked over what would be the glass of her house. She slowly entered the house, the boy still in her arms. As her eyes got used to the light, she could see the damage; A broken piano, dirt and plant pots thrown around, The mirror ceiling destroyed and blood.
Blood? Why would there be blood? She questioned herself, before she walked up the stairs, and finding a suprise. The entire floor was untouched. Everything was the same as it was when she left the house t-
A loud yell, along with quick footsteps broke the silence. "I told you scavangers to get out before I'll kill y-!" Was thrown into the room by a man, dressed better than most in the city, holding a large silver candlestick over his head.
A silence followed, during which the child was gently placed down on the sofa, before she flew her arms around the man and holding on for dear live.
"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou." Was muttered on both sides, as the two just held eachother. Yet after some time they broke their hug, and the man rushed to the young child in the sofa.
"Daniel? Daniel..?" Was asked, before the young child opened his eyes and turned around to face the man. "Daddy!"
"Please, Sophia take him with you, I can't leave the city." Sophia looked at the child as the carriage driver yelled for them to hurry up."Sophia take him! I can't care for him in this city right now, and not during what is about to come, please, take him to somewhere safe.."
It looks like both of them cared for something of the other. Yet one being more valuable than anything else in the world.
Many hopes and dreams were fullfilled that day, yet also many dreams and lives were lost; Sophia thought to herself as she walked downstairs, the silver candlestick in her hands as she placed herself down in a chair, her face towards the smashed windows and door. For tonight those two were united, she was home and the city was recaptured.
Maybe tonight she could get some rest.
