by Zeke » December 8th, 2008, 8:24 am
At the mention of this, painful memories flashed into Zeke's head. The smoke, the heat, the terror, every aspect was replaying in his head: He dodged the flames, looking for loved ones amongst the chaos. As he fled, he looked back amongst the charred wasteland, hearing the screams and roars of his pride, dying at the paws of evil.
He stayed silent and sat in deep thought. His eyes began to tear up and he looked away as to not show his grief.

"When the power of love overcomes the love of
power, the world will know peace." -Jimi Hendrix