"Welcome lady's and gentlemen!" A crowd of people clapped loudly, cheering. A elderly lady stood on a clean and polished stage. She wore a brown suit and a smile on her face. A brown scar could be seen clearly on her face. Her short blond was slicked back. "Today we have a very special guest! She is here to tell us her story of the Great Destruction."
Behind a curtain a girl in her mid forties stood, nervously. "We all know what happened. It was a terrible, terrible time in history. But, we made it through!" The crowd cheered loudly.
"Just because it was bad doesn't meant we should forget it. All of those lives lost to such a tragedy. So I'm proudly to introduce someone very special. The reason where we stand here today. The girl who made it all possible." The crowd went silent. "Bayley Liscomb!" The crowd clapped and she stepped out onto the stage. The elderly lady handed her the microphone and left the stage leaving her all alone. The spot light was harsh on her eyes. She looked out into the crowd then smiled. "I was going to tell you guys my story today; but, I know someone's story who should be out here and known." She spoke loud and the audience started to whisper to each other.
"Her name is Fia Burton. She's the reason you all are here." The elderly lady looked towards a couple of security guards standing next to her. "Take her out." The bald man nods and starts to talk into an ear piece walking away.
The lights shut off and screams can be heard from the crowd. "Don't forget that name!" Bayley yelled into the microphone as a shot rang out.
The crowd got down holding their loved ones. Panic filled the room. One less stood in the room. Another soul taken. Another soul that would join the rest in this tragic story.
