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Pompeii

Pompeii

Whining, the dog trotted along, tail tucked between its skinny back legs, stumbling at every step. The grey hound started to wonder whether he would ever see his master again.

Footsteps echoed around the ruined courtyard, flakes of ash fell into the boy’s scruffy chocolate hair as he strayed across his deserted home,  it was where he had grew up what was he going to do now. He thought back to just before the volcano (Mount Vesuvius) had killed all his family and relatives, his father had told him to run and never come back. Disobeying his father’s orders he had come back hoping that someone else would be there. He wasn’t in luck; No one else had survived apart from him, Cyprian Aeliana was his name and he was alone in the World. Well that was what he thought anyway…