All I could hear was screaming and the explosions going off. Fire and blood everywhere. How did we even survived that massacre? Out of everyone dead only two kids and a servant survived.
It was cold, very cold. Snow was falling and guns were going off. I remember running through the forest. The servant carrying my twin sister and holding my hand, dragging me. He kept looking behind us, making sure that they weren't following.
To be completely honest I didn't know who was following us. My heart was just pounding. It was scary. My sister crying and knowing that I'll never see my parents again.
The only comfort I had was the older boy that kept dragging me farther. The only light that I saw in the darkness. Little did I know the light that protected my sister and I was going to be lost in a war. A war that will swallow all of mankind.