17.2 Grave

Standing in front of the old house, I clearly saw the damage that was done by the smoldering fires that consumed it. On the right, Father's workshop had been completely and utterly melted. The walls were barely there, giving us a glimpse of what was once inside them. Obviously, it was destroyed with the only things left standing being the anvil and the forge. Slabs of metal pooled on the ground beside them, probably a mix of both finished and unfinished projects littering the ground in what probably used to be a sea of orange lava.

The front door, or, what used to be the front door, was probably mixed in with the dust underneath our feet. It was entirely gone, the house left wide open for anyone that would like to steal from it. But judging from the looks of it, there was nothing to steal. Not like anyone would even see this place burning anyway.

"Brother? You alright?"