It was dark. Looking around, everything was rubble. The entire place lay in ruins, buildings had crumbled. Walls were completely destroyed, and the water beds dried out. The plants, brown and dead, or dying. As he walked to the center of the area, he found a small square with a pedestal in the very center. Maybe where a statue was once placed. However the statue was, like everything else, broken. The once the perfect image of a person, but only those who knew would ever be able to tell who the statue was meant to be.
Curled up at the foot of the statue was a small figure, a boy, more a young man. Sobbing inconsolably, repeatedly asking a question, that could never be satisfyingly answered "Why..?"
