Zaria Dove

Clones of War

“I understand!” I exclaimed, looking into her eyes.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, recalling his touch, his fingers in my hair, as my focus swiftly shifted to the soldiers gathering in the center of the city.

Our anticipation continued to grow.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a strange glow over the walls of the Ferric Burg.

The air was heavy with tension. The warriors were armed with a mix of firearms and close combat weapons. One group of guards protected the city, while another distributed provisions and clothing to the refugees.

Some were stationed at the towers and walls, while the rest of us prepared for battle.

The once lively city now stood as a hauntingly well-designed structure, with the darkness of death lurking within its walls. Caleb’s men stood watch on the wall.

Among the fighters, there was an unsettling restlessness, a blend of fear and determination flickering in their eyes.

Some clutched their firearms tightly, while others tightened their grip