Dead silence.

Wakanda has been silent for a long time now.

Wind blew through the streets with dust travel from the untouched walls to the abandoned stalls. A common rumor spread throughout the palace these days; they say that if you go out into the main square and whisper something, your words would travel to the mountain top which was also no longer inhabited by people. That's how much dead and silent Wakanda was nowadays. You can no longer hear children laughing and playing games on the side of the road, vendors bargaining whatever their selling and people walking around the once busy capital. All the tribes; mountains, rivers, forests and everything in between had all of a sudden became a ghost town...ghost country. All the survivors left the houses they once called home and retreated into the palace. So did the remaining few of the Jabari tribe joined the rest of what's left of Wakanda.

No one even bothered to clean up the battleground. It was too painful, An aching reminder of their immeasurable loss. The most disturbing part was that their loved ones disappeared without a trace. Whole families gone, children became orphans, and parents became childless.

Away from the palace and the empty streets was a tower, the tallest tower in Wakanda. It held a lot of memories for two star crossed lovers. But now it was dead silent too. A shattered queen stood on top looking over her broken country. She no longer cried. She no longer smiled. Numbness just filled her broken heart.

Nefretti thought about the horrible day that happened exactly five years ago, when she lost everyone she loved. She stared at the sunrise wishing that her own death would come soon.