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Jun 2017
First, there was a quiet bliss, the river steady and still.

Second there was a small rumble of noise, a sign of chaos, approaching.

Third, there came battle cries, from all points of the ocean sides.

Standing still and silent in the middle of the ocean, fully emerged into water.

The water, however, was not crystal blue.
It was red.
Stained red.
The colour of blood-red.
Amelia
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