• The sun shone radiantly above. All the mess of stark rubble and debris leftover from the demolished buildings and houses was a sad sight. The little junky plot of land seemed somewhat…tranquil. Other than the occasional whisper of the wind, nothing stirred or moved. I sat down and tried to recollect the image of what lie here before the rigorous chaos was unleashed.
    Why? Why would this happen? Who would do this!? The thought echoed in my mind; repeating itself again and again and again. There were so many people I could think to blame for this, but none of my reasoning made sense.
    I had only been gone for two years, and I come home to this? My family? Gone. My home? Destroyed. I planned on coming back to a home full of joy and a huge feast waiting on the table. Apparently, my ability to “foresee the future” had gone, along with everything else here. I broke into a sob, quashing and throwing myself on the ground. I tried to sit up and get a hold of myself, when I decided to look around. I stood up and started walking mindlessly through this never-ending land of despair. A few bits of shimmering glass here, some broken up concrete there. Everything had been destroyed, not just my home. The only thing I could recognize was the front façade of our neighbor’s doghouse, surprisingly still standing all on its own. Small bevies of ash and burnt-beyond-recognition items lay in the scorched dirt, where fires had been lit in order to do away with items that had not been destructed enough. I stoked one of the piles with a broken iron rod I found. Something lustrously glinted off the sun. I dug it out and immediately realized what it was. I broke down again, tears dousing my shirt because of the locket I had uncovered. You could still make out the words on the back. "Live on though what you loved has gone…"