Love and War

Prolouge.

Blood.

The ground is coverd in it. The smell of sulfur mixed with the stench of death makes breathing impossible.

They came in the dead of night.

Why? I do not know.

But the dying screams of my people mixed with the terrible roars of the Dragons still ring in my ears.

Our whole village had been reduced to a pile of ash in one night.

I the only survivor.

I whatched my people burn to death.

I whatched the fleash melt off my mother as she was engulfed in a ball of fire.

I saw my father get sliced open by a dragon's claw.

I whatched and then I ran.

I feel the chocking pressure fill my chest as my vision mists with tears.

I should have stayed!

I should have resisted!

I should have died!

I collapse to my knees sobs racking my body.

Reality spares no one.

I had been running on pure fear.

The fear had kept me going.

The fear had just run out. Now all that remained was pain. Lots and lost of pain.

I scream and lash out at the nearest tree.

The bark cuts into my already bruised skin but i cant bring myself to care.

Screaming i kick and claw at the tree beating it with my fists.

Finaly i collapse back to my knees my strength spent.

"Mom! Dad!" I yell ,"Come back!"

Nothing. The darkness of night moves down on me.

"Dont leave me..."

No answer.

Their dead. Their all dead.

It feels like my sobs are ripping my chest apart.

I never knew i could cry as much as i did that night.

I dont know how long i was there.

I know there was alot of sobbing and alot of screaming.

I pleaded with my parents to come back.

I cursed the Dragons.

I cursed myself, and at some point begged for death.

I dont know how long that cycle went on. But when i heard a twig snap to my left and smelt the stench of old meat i knew it had been to long.

I stumbeld to my feet grabbing a near lying branch.

Laughter hisses through the darkness.

The smell of old meat now potent.

A shiver ran down my spine.

"Go away!"i yell in my pathetic 12 year old voice.

More laughter.

"Oooooo ssssheessss afraid!"

"I am not!"

"Ssheeesss trying to be brave!"

I wiped back and forth trying to place the voice.

They seemed to be all around me.

"Show yourselfs!" The moment i said it i wished i could take it back.

Hisses echoed around me and six or seven Catchers stepped into the clearing.

Their eyes glowed yellow in the darkness and their hisses vibrated through the air.

I swung the stick in a wide arc around me.

"Stay back!"

"Oooh! What have we here bosss?" One hissed.

"She looks like a fressssh one." Another said.

One drated forward and ripped the stick from my grasp.

A punch to the stomach sent me sprawling to the ground.

"Looks like freash meat boys! Sack her up!"

It was about then i realised....i was utterly screwed......