Chapter 1
I stared out the window, into the burning village that I grew up in. The screams of the women being dragged, being beaten and raped. The cries of the children, my friends, watching their parents being slaughtered. All of this over a stupid mans ego.
" Henry" my mother shouted, her voice full of fear. " Go into the cellar, hide and don't come out." The thumping of the soldiers boots grew louder as they approached the house. " Henry, now!" My mother shouts again, this time dragging me away.
I entered the cellar, running towards the back where a hole small enough for a child to hide in, and easy to over look. I made it just in time as they stormed the house. My mother's shouts at them to stop. Only followed by a crack and something hitting the ground. My mother beings sobbing, claiming my father, a soldier in the frontline, was not home. A man, possibly the leader of this group, laughed in a harsh cruel way, said " That's all fine. We have you to entertain us, right boys." They only answered with shouts and yells.
My attention is taken away from her screams by a someone coming down the steps. I slip farther inside the hole, gasping from pain that exploded into my handed. I look to see a broken wine bottle with my blood on its jagged edges laying be side me. I grasp the top of the bottle with my blood soaked hand. My only defense against them.
Fear swells inside me as the man draws closer. I brace myself, waiting for the moment to strike. Suddenly he comes into my sight, and I get a look at the intruder. He stands roughly 6"5, in the gaps in his armor you could see the dark skin that littered with scars, his eyes are the only thing visible through the helmet, they are poisonous green. Full of rage, full of pure hate, as if my family is the cause to his pain. I'm taken back by this. But I still stand ready to strike.
He turns, and I see an opening in his armor. The part where his helmet separated from the back of his chest plate, just within reach of my 5"6 frame. I bolt toward him and jump. With a strength I shouldn't have had I swung down. Amazingly the bottle finds it's mark. The longest piece of it jams into the neck. He gasps and throws me off when he jerks around. I sail through the air, hitting the neatly placed wine. Shards explode around me from the force. A gash opens up across my check into my upper lip. More cuts litter my body.
As I lay there I look across towards the body of the man I stabbed. He stares me into my eyes, and I watch as the life flees from his eyes. I lay there staring at his cold eyes until I gain feeling again and I realize the house is on fire. Smoke flows around me. Fire dances around the walls. I ran to the body and take the sword he carried, to heavy for me but I drag it behind me.
I made it to the stares and start climbing. At the top I look for my mother to find an empty room. Blood covered the walls that wasn't touched by fire. The roof started falling in so I ran out side. The sight of the village was horrific. Houses burned down. Body's of the innocent piled onto one and other. The guards all raised on spikes for the world to see.
All this destruction. All the innocent, lives lost, The village I loved, gone. All because a mans ego was insulted. A mans petty rage left me with nothing.
