83. Growing Chaos
Withing the growing chaos stood and old man with long grey hair and a long white tail, he carried a number of children in his arms and on his shoulder as he walked away from the heat of the battle and the destruction of their home, around his neck was a number of beads and his on his hands and feet.
As he walked forward his legs and feet started to give off smoke from having walked through the scorching fire trying to keep the children safe. He huffed and puffed with ragged breath, hot sweat slid down his face and his ears were deafened by the cries of the children in despair and of those that had lost their parents to the tragic incident.
