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Tommy can remember the way the winds blew the soft grains and wild flowers outside of Amaris, the soft yellow with speckles of vibrant hues expanding for miles, stretching far to meet the sun at the edge of the sky. It’s a fond memory, a taller man in a green sweeping coat calling out to two older boys who were already racing down the hill. Tommy is young, just about six and a half when the Artis family makes their annual stop on the hill to watch the sunset. It was a pleasant day. They continued this for over ten years.
It’s almost fully dark out when four armor clad figures make their way to the top of the hill. All covered in a mixture of mud, sweat, blood and ash. The youngest rips off their helmet, a head of messy blond hair lets the helmet fall to the ground, he plops down next to it with a shaky breath. A brunet sits down more gracefully next to him, a blond man with dark wings sits to the youngest’s right and hesitantly, a man with long, pink hair follows suit. It is still compared to the large battlefield at the bottom of the mountains. A quiet and welcome change to merely hours before.
They had gotten what they wanted, knowledge and peace, but it didn’t come without its own sacrifices.