For  thehotrodhero

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Krystal sighed; the kind of somber sigh that one usually makes when they are feeling deep pain but do not want to show it. Even now it was hard to believe that her entire planet had survived the cataclysm that she was sure would end up destroying it. What was most depressing of all was that even though the planet was intact, there was no sign of any kind of living creatures apart from the flora. When she had arrived, Krystal hadn’t seen hide nor hair of any of her kind; and the village where she used to live was nothing more than a deserted lake valley with broken pieces of huts and buildings strewn around it. Krystal suddenly heard a giggle. At first there was a small glimmer of hope, but as she looked up, all that hope faded away. She saw the silhouette of a young vixen materialize before her; and she knew exactly who it was… A ghost of her former self; just a carefree, happy-go-lucky cub with a happy life, and no idea that the world she knew was about to come to an end. Krystal couldn’t help but shed a tear as she remembered how happy she had been her youth; and yet… at the same time, there was at least one comforting thought. When Krystal had visited all the places she knew during her trip here, she hadn’t found a single vulpine corpse, or even traces of bones. That could only mean that even if they weren’t here, perhaps her friends and loved ones had managed to escape to somewhere where they could be safe from the cataclysm.