Astrea was tending to one of the sick, she was singing that one song. The song that swirled inside her head, the one that held her remaining sanity.
"Our names won't be remembered
If we die like trampled flowers
I refuse to be forgotten
Written off as less than worthless" She sung bitterly.
The woman flinched as Astrea wrapped a cloth around her infected wound. "Sorry. It's going to hurt...horribly. It's the sad, sad truth..." Astrea murmured. She looked far off into the distance, where a idiotic man ran over the borders. Only to get shot straight though the skull. The man fell over, his tears glimmered on his face. His eyes were empty, full of broken promises and dreams. "What a pity... He just couldn't take it anymore.." Astrea thought in her mind.
"D-do you know, the b-borders are hiding something..?" The woman croaked. The healer looked at her "What do you mean 'Hiding'? Those damn people hide everything! They say were all safe, but in reality we're not! We're here dying, slowly starving, slowly losing our insanity, while they're just safe and sound!" Astrea screamed as she slammed her hand on the broken down table.
Everything was silent.
