He screamed as he saw the blood running down the golden strands of his father's hair. The limp body gotten dragged away while he ran away, reluctant to leave the warmth of his lap but no choice the young one had. Tears pouring down his face in a frenzy as he used every ounce of his energy on the strides he took in a rush. Sirens were deafening, grunts were common, blood was water, earth was a warm bed to lay in. In the warzone, a thirteen year old would have no chance to survive, but he did. Running away from every bullet and every sword he had in sight, he eventually bumped into you, tackling you both down in an accident.

"I'm sorry-!!"