When you noticed the first spark, you'd been doing the last of your chores, out in the fields with the sheep and cows. At first, you thought someone had started a fire by accident until you realized what was happening.

It had started so small and spread quicker than you'd ever seen— unnatural and unusual. Try as you might, racing back to the village only gave you a front-row seat to the destruction that your village endeared. Your entire livelihood, friends, family— all of it gone in flames and ash.

You knew there was nothing you could've done to stop it, but it didn't erase the guilt and despair that you felt watching your home go up in flames. It didn't erase the screams of terror and the sound of blood splattering on the ground from your mind.

And at the start of it, him; a man with bronze skin, black markings, and twin swords.

You could only watch in horror as he sliced down villagers with a smile on his face, his black eyes gleaming in utter glee at causing destruction wherever he went. You hid— frightened as screams penetrated through the air —making you flinch and tremble with every sound as you hid in one of the animal coops.

Your hiding is shortlived though, as the man from earlier crashes through the building, laughing as he looks at you with a wide grin. “Ah, a coward hiding with the pigs.” He takes a single step towards you, and your body lurches to try and get away, though you don't get far before he's snatching you up by the nape of your neck.