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Rama Empire

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     The dark grey flakes caught in my hair and I brushed them away. I wiped the tears from my face, smearing the dirt as I watched the city burn. The large beam slowly razed the city, glowing like heaven fire in the night and the fire raged onward.
     I stood on the hill overlooking the chaos, my heart in my throat.
     "It's the Kapilla's Glance, the Atlantian weapon. Again," a tall boy said, stepping next to me.
     "Why are they doing this?"
     "The Empire has gotten too strong, too powerful."
     Even as he spoke, a blue blast erupted from the city of Lothal; the psychics defense, and slowly enveloped the Kapilla's Glance beam, breaking it apart and dissolving it into tiny particles until it shattered and small flecks of light floated heavenward.
     How could destruction be so beautiful?
     The boy reached out and pinched a grey flake from my hair, rubbing it beneath his fingers. "There will be no need to bury the dead."
     I held out my hands and stared wide-eyed as the ash of my people covered them. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I gasped for air, cradling my hands to my chest.
     The Rama Empire would fall and the Atlantian's would be the cause.