5109 Elvian Attack AlmostNermal <text> The undead came in wustful burst. They attack my family.. Friends anyone dear to me. <text> I shook in fear as they were torn to shreads, they turned to me and swung a thread. <text> They hung it around my small, small neck. Hung me high to make me suffer. <text> Every breath was as painful as the last, gasping for air. It hurt to breath it hurt to see. Then when I thought I was dead, mum spring up high and untangled me.. But at her expence she was killed, she died. They made me watch they made me suffer. I had to watch each one die.. What's more torturous then death? Being forced to watch everyone else die, that's what. I visit their grave every year. My mums, dads, sisters and friends, all within a seperate private place, seperate from the rest of the clan. There lies, mum, Melanasia, dad, Alanoria, friend, Anna, and sister. It's painful to remeber. That summer festival.. But in my heart they will remain forever... I miss then greatly the clan and all... But I know, they did it for me. They live seperate in a different grave, close to where I am now . Why couldn't it have been me that died. Why did we have to seperate from the clan? Why?