I watched mindlessly as Damon fell on his knees. "NOOOO! DON'T TAKE HER FROM ME… PLEASE!" Nothing remained except their clothes.
Then the golden tree brightened, shining like a burning star. Damon and I shielded our eyes. The view was blinding.
"The golden tree has been restored? By blood?" He uttered in disbelief.
Then the trees that had lost their lives came back to life. Their green lives bloomed beautifully.
The earth that had been scarred black, returned to its normal colour. Everything that was death returned to life… except the people.
Damon's expression turned cold and his eyes were blank as if nothing mattered anymore.
The golden tree, then disintegrated into golden embers, drifting away in the air in spiralling motion.
Damon knelt where Emelia's body had once lain, he didn't know how long he was there for. But his eyes moved to the rising sun. It was beautiful and serene with its golden rays, the birds flew freely in the sky, singing and chirping happily.
