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I shriek.
Boris grabs my arm and pulls my under a nearby
abandoned house. I drop my bag of gold, suprised
by his jerk.
"My bag!" I yell.
"Leave it!" Boris cries over the sound of
falling explosives.
"...But Gilan..." I whisper.
"What?"
"It's for Gilan!" I scream and try to grab the
bag.
Boris curses. "It's just money!"
As quick as a blink I reach out my head and
snatch up the bag.
We sit in silence as we watch the exploding
objects fall from the silver birds.
Silver birds ... I remember Gilan's letter
mentioning these things.
I struggle to remember the name.
Arplans, right?
No...
Airplanes...
Yeah! Airplanes!
"Airplanes!" I grin, happy with myself.
"What?"
"THe silver birds! They're airplanes!"
"Where did you hear that?"
"Gilan's letter!"
"You're crazy, you know that?"
"I know."
"Hey, remember Joland?"
"Your brother who went to the City?"
"My uncle. He wrote back at some point. I'd
already forgotten, but I just remembered. He
called these balls that blow up into
fire 'bombs'. Think these exploding objects are
them?" Boris says.
"Maybe," I say.
THe objects stop falling and we hear a loud
moaning/shrieking sound as the airplanes flew
away.
"Finally," I groan. The falling bombs and
airplanes had created an earsplitting noise.
We crept out after several seconds of
determining that it was safe to emerge. We see
disaster everywhere. Houses smoke and collapse.
A few dead bodies litter the street, sorrounded
by family.
I suddenly wonder whether this same thing had
struck my town, too.
"I've got to go," I tell Boris. I take my bag of
gold from him. "THanks! Bye!"
I leave the shocked boy in the dust as I scamper
back to my town.
I can see my town when I am half a mile away. I
can see at least five columns of smoke rising
from various places.
Black smoke.
I quicken my already hurried pace.
When I reach my town I can hear cries of anguish
rising from family members mourning their
deceased loved ones.
When I reach my house I throw open my door and
don't bother to close it. I dump my money on the
floor and call out,
"Mother? Are you there?"
No reply.
"Mother? Are you alright?" I peer into rooms.
No answer.
THe house is silent.
Tense with rising worries, I run back out of the
house and look around frantically.
"Mother!" I yell.
An old, hunched over woman looks up as she
passes me.
"Who are you looking for, dearie?" She croaks.
"My Mother! I can't find her!"
Somehow, as if she knows, the woman points a
shaky finger down the road.
"THat way," She says. "She went to assist the
doctors at the hospital."
"Thank you so, so much!" I say. I begin to run
off when I stop.
"Sorry, what's your name?" I ask.
"Mother Hathol*."
"THank you again! Goodbye!" I run down the
street.
My mind does nto comprehend that hame until much
later.
*In case you do not remember Mother Hathol, refer to Chapter Five
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