Soon it will all be over, dear.

The fiery sword split the navy sky in half, knocking down the old tree in front of him.

He sprinted for cover, his arms covering his head.

As he reached the Safe Spot, she pulled him in, tugging his wet shirt in her gloved hands.

The two of them ran further underground, a small candle their only source of light.

It illuminated her face and he smiled, despite the dire circumstances.

A loud crack erupted above them, shaking the dirt loose from the roots intricately wound as a ceiling above them.

They held each other close and she blew out the candle.

The end is near, he thought dismally.

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