P R O L O G U E
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The city burns behind me.
“You need to get yourself out!”
Mother’s words echo in my memory, and the minutes that passed since they were spoken felt like centuries. We were the first ones to see the massive ships pulling into the docks. We knew something was wrong when massive, inhuman men emerged, carrying torches.
“Go, I will follow.”
I had been hesitant to follow Mother’s first order. I was afraid the strange attackers would kill her, and my father.
“Go!”
I could not argue any more. I ran out the door, into the black night. I was horrified at what I saw. The streets were littered with corpses, maimed and tossed aside.
I see one of them.
He threw his torch upon a building, setting it ablaze. Screams of those still alive came from all corners of the town.
I tried to remember my lessons in stealth to escape the village alive. I wanted to go back to find my parents, but it was too late. I could only save myself.
I am still running now. The city is nothing more than a mass of bright orange flames. My legs ache. I am not safe, not yet.
Would there be any survivors of this terrible night?
