From The Ashes
01-21-2014, 07:10 PM
Yesterday had been hell when the storm hit. A piece of debri had hit the youth in his left eye. Striking it, and thus now he was blind in that one eye. A long scab running across the closed socket since his eye had been pulled clean from the bark painfully trying to pry it out of his eyeball. Medical attention was easy enough to get when you were a screaming young armada not even at the age of a year quiet yet. But it still ached. As the boy padded up to follow his father. His heart beat quickened with fear. He had lost an eye, but what more could anyone else lose. "Father!" The boy yelped painfully through his teeth his aching face preventing him from keeping a happy quiet face as he usually did. Not even a year old and he already had two scars. One across his right leg, and now his left eye was gone, nada ziltch being there. Only a long scab sitting over it bloody and sore from the treatment it had gotten. Speech, |