Iocus Vox

I write this now so that others may know me later. I was thrust into war at a young age, i felt the sting of falling ash on my face as i looked to the sky and saw lights dance across it. Gigantic explosions and the horrid sounds i could not hear, were all that i could glimpse from the battle overhead. My parents fought hard, and they returned with victory on their breath. they celebrated the best way i could think of...im going to miss the oysters. I can not find them anymore after traveling so far from home.