A sea of fire.

A full moon on clear skies.

Blood-curdling screams.

Her throat hurts, her body is numb, and she feels cold.

She stares but she can't register her surroundings.

Her eyes are blurry and she is grasping something long.

Something hard and smooth.

Something piercing her chest.

She can't understand.

Why?

Why is her head ringing?

Why is she screaming?

Why is there a pool of blood below her?

Why, why is she here?

Pistachio

 The Cannon Fodders Sect, or TCFS, has been my baby since last year; quite an ambitious project in fact. I wanted to stockpile chapters before ever attempting to publish this one but I've encountered a bottleneck of sorts so, here I am sharing this to you with the hope that with your magic words, I can have the strength to overcome my current slump. Take note, this is unedited, meaning I don't have an editor or a beta reader and I'm the only one doing the editing and the proofreading but if you're interested and want to be one, just message me.