Later that night, the newly married couple went to the camp with Nirvana's portal. Leaving the village with a murky mist on their trail. And when everyone was in their dwellings, slowly, the noise outside penetrated young Morgana's trance, and his father moved quickly to the window and lifted the curtain. What he saw recharged him with concern for himself, his wife, and their sons who slept down the next chamber.
In the dimly lit night, blade-wielding dirty men were running down the dark alley, some breaking open doors, some in a close fight with villagers, and still others immersed in numerous unwanted activities with detained men and younger women. Already, lifeless and dying people littered the thoroughfare while the moon gave them oranges glow. A man shuffled out of a cabin with a young girl kicking and screaming under each arm. Once outside he plunged them to the dirt side by side.
