I focused on the commanders who had arrived on their horses. They were terrifying, the stuff of nightmares.
They gazed upon the battlefield coldly as though envoys of death himself the one at the back rose his hand slowly as he rose it I felt my breathe seize and without warning dropped it.
The screams that ensued were louder than I thought possible the screams where so deafening my ears were ringing.
The commanders alongside the solders ripped through our formation like a hot knife through butter.
homes were burnt to the ground in seconds my people slaughter like pigs at the slaughter, seeing the ensuing chaos I remembered why I began running and turned to run once more hoping I wasn't too late.
as I run I turned to look at the battlefield once more my father Mikhail still stood strong killing as many enemies as he could.
I run faster than I had ever run and as I did I begged, I pleaded for my family to be okay for me not to be too late.
I maneuvered through the rumbles of my once peaceful, joyous village. it was just that morning when we laughed around when the children played around without a care in the world, when the village's women came together to share gossip none aware of what was to happen that night.
finally I reached where my home once stood and finally had all my hopes crushed. I searched through the rubble of my home my heart refusing to believe what my mind was telling me. I only stopped when I found an arm.
the arm was slightly burnt but familiar to me, how could I forget, this was the arm that would rub my head to give praise, wipe away my tears when I was sad the arms that covered me at night to protect me from the cold.
"no... no...no no no no no mother wake up please mother no mother please don't go mother please wake up mother, I swear I'll be good I... I won't sneak out anymore I won't get into any more fights so please... *sob* don't leave" I slumped into the snow holding my mother's arm and all the nice fading into the background my mother was gone as I knelt there the guilt ate at me.
if only I arrived earlier, if only I wasn't so scared, if only I was faster, if I was a bit stronger I could have saved her it was my fault that she was gone....I... I killed her.
I knelt there complete oblivious to my surroundings I was to deep into spiral of guilt to notice the knight who had appeared behind me with a sword in his hand. I was drawn out of it only when I heard the sound of sword going through someone.