I galloped on Bucky's back for a while, as it felt like he was guiding me, instead of the other way around. Somehow, we ended up back at the farmland, where I grew up… I wanted to see if I could find Egor… but… of course… it was empty and deserted. I got off Bucky and looked around, as memories came flooding back.
The sticks…
The sadness…
The trauma…
My drunken father…
My laid to rest mother…
My lonely childhood…
I turned over stone after stone of pain, as I walked around the farmland… my stomach churned, as I felt the most alone I have ever felt in my life. Suddenly, I ended up behind one of the houses, and there they all were… a heaping pile of bodies, burnt to a crisp…