Donashi knelt in the brush, observing his prey: a large woolback. If he succeeded in his hunt, his family would be fed at least three months. And plenty to share with the neighbors, he mused. He readied his gun… His ears flicked at the sudden static in the air. The village skywatcher made no mention of thunderstorms. Or earthquakes. The ground shook unnaturally beneath his feet. He cursed under his breath as the beast he was tracking fled in a panic. The earth roared in his ears when suddenly– A flash. The force of whatever happened knocked him to the dirt. He staggered to his knees, dizzy. His ears rang. As his vision slowly returned, his eyes widened at the sight. What was once another sunny Yyasulani morning was darkened with storm clouds and constant lightning. Buildings not of Yyasulani origin dotted the shoreline of a lake that wasn’t there moments before. A lake where his village was supposed to be… He scrambled to his feet and ran towards it. Lightning geysers now dotted the plains, with an exceptionally large one in the rubble in the middle of the lake. Please let them be safe, he pleaded to anything that would listen. He shouted for his wife. His son. His twins. Anybody. … Nobody answered. There was nothing left for him.
what if instead of sleeping i thought about yado's dad again
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