The News about the fallen kingdom spread like wildfire, and so did the news about the death of the King of Erandell.
Maria whom had visited a nearby kingdom a few days before the incident had rushed back to Kaneria after hearing the news, only to see the disaster that had befallen everyone. As she walked through the ashes and dead bodies, her heart tore apart. She was only ten and had slipped away from the people she had visited the other kingdom with.
Her small legs carried her around, and she hoped that someone had made it out alive. Every step took everything she had, but nothing could compare to the harsh reality and agony that struck her when she came across a familiar arm.
It was an arm that had been torn off the shoulders, and the rest of the body was covered in blood and was in pieces.
But Maria recognized that arm. The same arm she had held unto all her life.
Savannah, Her Older sister's arm.
