We had to keep looking ahead, keep moving forward, for there was nothing left behind us, nothing but death and destruction.

Uprooted from a land on which generations of us had taken birth, lived our lives, and prospered. Our lives shattered on the whims and fancies of one man, whom they worshiped as a saint.

Banished, forever, never to return.

Our future generations would never be able to frolic in those green pastures, nor would they ever get to drink the rejuvenating fresh water from those bubbling brooks that could bring a dead one back to life. Aah, the sweet taste of home.

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