Reborn

Amphitrite woke up to the smell of ashes. How intoxicating, the burning smell of the leftover fire. It burned her lungs with a horrible feeling that seemed to suffocate her, but she couldn't find the strength to resist. Her eyes wouldn't open, no matter how hard she tried. It felt like her sight had burned away from the heat of the fire, like it was now one of the ashes that laid beside her. And so, with nothing left to do, she laid there in the cold, dark blackness.

With a sudden energetic burst, questions appeared suddenly in her head. Amphitrite felt puzzled, for the fact she was alive goes against every logic she was taught and learned, not to mention common sense. Her sudden memory loss wasn't helping her either. She knew she had died, or whatever you call the sensation of sinking into darkness was. So how could she be alive here, lying on the floor, questioning these things? If she was alive, shouldn't the people or the knights be here to kill her properly?

One question was answered when she finally recovered strength to open her eyes. The first thing she saw was smoke that clouded her vision, like an invisible blindfold. Against her sore muscles , she sat up quickly. But no explanation could explain what she saw.

The entire city was burned to the ground, with no signs of life there. The biggest city of Pheavore, Slester, where children would play and sing and dance, where festivals were held, banners in the sky, lovers holding hands, and plays were held, was a wasteland. Buildings were now merely chunks of wood and ashes on the ground. Flags were burned to a crisp, some sparks still remaining in some spots. The ground was parched and incinerated by fire of some sort. No monster powerful enough has ever been able to do this in the last few centuries, so what was happening?

Amphitrite's clothes were burned as well, yet she was completely fine. No scars or burn marks on her skin, nor any sign that she had died. Her clothes were scorched and tattered, with the smell of cinders and embers lingering. So, she definitely needed new clothes now. Amphitrite racked her brain with ideas and where a shop might somehow sell clothes, in a wasteland, to the person who might have been the one to destroy it based on the logical conclusion. So, nowhere. But, she did manage to remember the local project to create a shelter for the survivors of a monster invasion. The shelters would provide frozen food in Ice capsules of magic and coats and clothes for warmth. Amphitrite praised herself for being a genius and headed to the Colosseum.

...Amphitrite had reached the front of the torn, burned battleground. She climbed the towers up to the pinnacle, each step reminiscing the old days of peace. She reached the final step, facing the chipped and rusted gold throne, sitting above the hundreds of seats and the worn battlefield. Amphitrite laced her fingers upon the rusted throne, activating the spell for the code and climbed down the stairways underground. Her footsteps echoed in the emptiness of the hallway, the underground chill making her shiver in her bare skin.

When she reached the end of the stairs, she was greeted by shelves of frozen soup and racks of warm clothes. Almost crying tears of joy, Amphitrite rushed to get warm, comfy, and new clothes that didn't smell like barf or blood. A simple, black compression shirt tied with greg, comfy pants was enough, with a long, fur coat to tie it all together. As she melted the ice capsule for the tomato soup, she lit a few candles to brighten the room. As the smell of hot, tomato soup filled the air,Amphitrite gulp down the food impatiently, the broth burning her tongue along the way. When she was finally done with her fill, she laid on the concrete floor, her body feeling as sore as lead. But, she knew she couldn't stay here forever, living off of canned soup. Soon, the supplies would run out.

With a plan in mind, Amphitrite decided she would start with the woods. It was time for a family reunion...