So very bright. My legs brought me further into the city, uncaring of the two I left in my wake. They snored gently, chests slowly rising and falling. Lit by the gentle flame and warmed by the blankets wrought from the hands of the people.
Frost covered ground parted as I made my rounds. Again and again screams pierced through my ears. Despair and fear. Rage and anger. I knew only such. For they were the only sounds among this cold winter night.
Again and again.
Again and again.
Death and more death. I grit my teeth, each step taking more and more effort. Each gentle lilt of my head tore me from my focus and further towards the bright winter moon. And when the last was killed. When the crops had died from my raised fingers. When the buildings were turned to rubble, only the manse remained.
