Point-of-View: Argent Stryker
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Okay...that should do it. I had just finished burying the bodies of my mother and the other villagers who had been killed, with a heavy, pained heart. My hands were covered in dirt, and my eyes felt heavy, the tears having finally dried up.
I slowly got back up onto my feet and silently headed towards our house, the stale scent of blood in the air making me nauseous. As my home came into sight, I saw that the door was wide open, a faint smile appearing across my face.
Mom would always lecture us when we left the door open, especially at night. But now...that'll never happen again. I felt a lump in my throat as I headed inside, looking around quietly.
It was in absolute disarray, so many things broken and smashed, and dirty footprints all over the floor...I clenched my fists as I felt my rage continue to surge inside me.
