This piece takes place on a spiaggia in a mythical realm from the main character's point of view

Fallen Wars

As I watch the moon begin to rise over the horizon, the waves splash gently across the shore. A breeze can be felt in the warm night air. The leaves rustle gently in a rhythmic motion away from the wind. The stars lit up the sky and shows on the water surface. Alice sits successivo to me on the crooked albero that is slanted in a 90 degree angle. She smiles at me as if to tell me she's fine and that the war has done nothing to hurt her, but the emotional scars still mostra in her eyes and the grime of battle still showed across her face.

"Couldn't sleep, how about you?" I look at her, her voice sounded warm but somewhat distant. "Yeah, me neither." I tried to sound comforting, but fear was still echoing in my voice. Alice turned toward the rising moon as I did too. We watched as it drifted over the sea, leaving its reflection in the water. "Do te ever think we'll return home?" Alice had sounded più sad than usual, "I don't know." I said, "But we must help this realm before it is gone from the blood shed and decay of the war."