The aftermath of the battle - part 1

Everything was darkness. Igneous felt that something soft caressed his face. At first, he thought those were drops of water, but no, it wasn't something wet. It felt like… snowflakes? No, it was like… ashes. ashes? 

ASHES?

'Not again,' lamented the boy. That feeling of a rain of ash on his skin had already been experienced too many times. More than he would like.

'What happened this time?' He wondered. 'We were bombed again? Did I fight Eider again?' No, it was nothing like that. It was something else. Something as bad as all of that.

Igneous squeezed his eyes. He shut them and then opened them, and saw the rain of ash. He was looking up and was lying on rubble that felt hot. As if they had been in the sun all day. But it was night. What had caused the heat from the debris? 'I think it was me…again.'