Vincent disturbed his thoughts by telling him that they were at the gates. They passed through the gates of the town. I lived in a medieval town, with stone houses up towards the center then tall two story wood buildings and a fountain in the town center. The town center was usually a place of meeting and gossip and public executions with the gallows but it wasn’t used as much because no one did anything bad enough for it. People were out till midnight, when the guards called everyone in. It was only dusk and no one was outside walking or talking.
Samith started to run and I ran after him, not knowing what to expect but hoping he was trying to scare me. He ran towards our house with the horse following closely to him and I followed beside him. We got to the house and I heard someone shout out but that didn’t matter because I saw into the house and the horrible scene I saw there. He had opened the heavy, wood door and stepped in with me following behind. The horse stayed outside tied up magically by Samith. Samith went over and checked over all of the people to see if any had survived. The scene left me feeling strange and angered. My family was cut apart with their body parts some distance from where they should be. I saw my father in the middle fell back on his knees with a sword in his chest keeping his balance even after he was dead. I stepped forward towards him to draw the sword out but my foot came down on some sticky, white, and reddish milky substance.
I looked down and saw that it was brains and blood, and then I noticed it came from my mothers head where clumps of skull and scalp with hair cringed out and let the materials inside her head flow freely. I kneeled down beside her and looked at her once perfect face. All it was now is a twisted image of gashes with clumps of hair and scalp beside her head. I pulled my eyes from the image with tears in my eyes and looked around the room of dead bodies of family and friends that I loved, feared, and played games with. I finally got up and went to where Samith was.
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