Smoke, screaming, cries of pain, the sound of hooves, and horses rearing. Then….silence. You wrapped your tiny arms around yourself, closer, hoping to stay hidden. Hoping not to end up like the two adults who lay still on the floor. Their house your refuge from the chaos that had been going on outside. The closet was dark but safe. Then….footsteps. Creaking across the wooden floor just before light crossed your vision.

“Hey there…..it’s okay….your safe.”

A soft voice spoke. It came from the man with long white hair and fine silk. The kind only heard of in the palace. The one who must have been responsible for the attack on the village….right?