Tell me old raven about no man’s land, tell me why red run the sand. But I told you that story before, about the man and his great war. But old raven I want to hear it once more! Ok little one, I’ll tell it again although it bothers me. Thanks old raven, I’ll listen carefully.
This land was not always this way, for miles and miles you could see trees in the wind sway, the sand was as yellow as the gold, a paradise this land did hold, the sky was never this dark. You could see children play in the fields, having fun mixed with their innocent tears. This land was not always a scorched earth, once upon a time instead of the death there was life, instead of the pain there was joy, instead of the havoc there was peace…
But what happened old raven? Little one; the man, he was responsible for all the damage that have been done, he and his guns. He started a war that lasted long, a foul war that its cause was all wrong, he claimed that his reason was salvation but his true agenda was annihilation. In the end there was nothing left, the war stole the life’s gift. No humans no trees no life at all, it looked like the sky will soon fall. And now all is left is us –the ravens- and that why it is called (Land of the Ravens).
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Submission Name: Land of the Ravens
