Three years later
It had been three years since the destruction of Toffblock Village. Two individuals and an allay, who had been traveling the world together, had made their way to the remains of the settlement. One of them was a young teenaged boy, named David.
David's POV
We arrived at the ruins of a village. The sun was still high in the sky, so we had plenty of time to look around. I took in the sight. There was almost nothing left of the town. None of the buildings were standing and there were only a few walls. The rest was just rubble. The sight was saddening to see.
"It's wild, isn't it?" Natalia said as she put her arm around me. "How a faction of people could do something so horrible?"
"The illagers weren't people. They were monsters." I replied. She nodded.
"I think I heard somewhere that a few people survived what happened here, but it's still so tragic..." she said, a sad expression on her face. We both went to look through the rubble. Maybe there would be something to hold on to? We were running low on resources, so if we could find something, anything, we needed to bring it.
After several long moments of searching, I had found a chest that contained some bread and apples, but not much else. I pocketed them away and kept searching.
I eventually ended up finding another chest in what looked like it might've been a bedroom of a house. It was hard to tell though. I opened the chest up and found a map-type page with a drawing on it. It looked like a drawing of a kid and an older person and colored in with various dyes, scribbled pretty messily that indicated that it was drawn by a child. The page was titled, "Me and the best brother in the world." with a smiley face at the end. My allay let out a low whimper at the sight and I frowned as I looked at the picture. I couldn't imagine how many people must've been killed so many years back, and how many people had died afterwards during the Purge War. How many different stories had been brought to abrupt ends.
Out of respect, I put the drawing back in its chest. I hoped that all the people who had died here were at peace.
As I turned to leave, I also noticed an item frame mounted on the wall with a clownfish in it, but left it alone. Clownfish weren't worth the inventory space they used up. The sun was starting to approach the horizon, so my allay and I made our way back to my sister. It was getting late, and I didn't want to be in a ghost town during the night.
As we left the village on our horses, I turned to look back at the ruins one more time. It was sad to see what was once a town of people now reduced to almost nothing. I remembered hearing people referring to what happened to this village in particular as a tragedy. They called it the Tragedy of Toffblock.
