Who is your sister?

The elders quickly alerted the medical team, and the crowds left in silence; they watched the leader's torn limbs and bloody gaping holes; the sight was tragic and disturbing.

Some men vomited, unable to bear the sight, while their husbands looked on, faces etched with worry and heartache as their wives were carried off for treatment.

Cyra looked at the moons and stars dotting the sky and sighed, feeling light and refreshed, having released all her pent-up energy.

She will go back tomorrow and come some other time to play again. By then, they would have been healed and stronger. To her, they were mere punching bags for releasing pent-up energy.

She wandered, breathing in the tranquil, ancient air. The buildings exuded an ancient charm. She could hear the sounds of horses' snorts and cries.