Death and Resurrection (The Ballad of Broken Song Book 1) Page 28
by Simon Birks
They were being pushed out of the way by something from below. A hand appeared. It was small. A child’s hand, dusty but whole.
Then, twenty feet away, another hand. The broken stones moved, and the rubble became a shimmering sea of stone. Slowly, silently, the children appeared through it.
Five. Ten. Twenty. One hundred. Three hundred. More. Many more.