Last memories of Westsilver
From a period of utter darkness, which seemed to look forever, he regained his wits. Agonizing pain went throughout his body; during the disaster when he tried to save his son, he got stuck under an enormous piece of debris that fell on him. Memories of his family, screaming for their lives, unable to reach them, still tainted his mind. Now, in the aftermath, all was silent.
When he looked up from his shelter, after long periods suffering and despair. Between the dust and rubble, he could barely could recognize the once colorful city he grew up in. Westsilver, the great metropolis of Draconia, was in ruins. The great buildings of old were turned to ashes, the fora were filled with bodies, the expression of anguish immortalized upon their faces.
When stumbled about, he crossed the remains of the beautiful Summer Gardens, where a wide range of exotic fauna once grew. Now, it was hit by death and decay. The scent of blossoming orchids, where the city was renown for, had now been replaced by the stench of rotting flesh
After passing the countless corpses scattered about, he heard a faint and distant cry. Even though his senses we dim, he knew that voice. It was the voice of his own kin, his own flesh and blood. A flash of hope filled him, but when he came closer, he saw the bodied face of his son, turning towards him. When their eyes met, he noticed a predatory gaze from his son's visage.
Confusion the last feeling that went through his head, the red of his own blood was the last thing he saw...
