I looked up from my hands, watching as people scream with terror. My bow raced up the violin to produce such sharp notes. The hurricane blurred as it twisted in anticipation to destroy everything. My hand started to ache from going back and forth, and then I decided to end it. The screaming stopped, the hurricane gone, everyone is bewildered.
My father raced to the village to see if everything is fine, after all, he is our leader. My mother is shaking in the living room and I am here, from my bedroom window, my eyes gleaming but without a smile, happily watching the villagers torment














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