'Cold.' I thought to myself, opening my eyes I looked around at the barren land. Snow covered everything in multiple layers, but couldn't cover the blood stains. I paused to look up at the sky, it was almost dusk, and the temperature was dropping quickly.
Standing up from the ice cold ground, I walked over to the line of cars that was flipped over, and slightly burning. The metal all bent and crushed from the heavy impact, looking over the ground, there was nothing to indicate how the wreck happened.
Bodies scattered the field, as blood spilled into the bright white snow. It was a massacre, the well know death of the two Crown princes. The death that made the whole country mourn, and I was only four when it happened, so whose memory was this?
