Echoes of Sorrow

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape, the knights continued their search for survivors amidst the ruins of the ravaged village. Each step felt like a weight upon their souls, the enormity of the tragedy weighing heavily upon them.

Grayson moved through the debris with a sense of purpose, her heart heavy with sorrow for the lives lost and the suffering endured. She called out to the villagers, her voice echoing against the silent ruins, but there was no response save for the mournful cries of distant birds.

Marcus, his brow furrowed in concentration, scoured the area for any signs of life. "There's no one here," he remarked, his voice tinged with frustration. "It's like the entire village has been wiped out."

Elias surveyed the scene with a mixture of sorrow and anger, his gaze sweeping over the charred remnants of homes and businesses. "This is a massacre," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Whoever did this will answer for their crimes."

With grim determination, Elias instructed the other knights to search for survivors and gather any evidence they could find. "Look for any signs of life and gather whatever clues you can," he ordered, his voice firm. "We need to find out who's responsible for this."

Grayson nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the area for any traces of movement. "I'll keep an eye on the boy," she offered, her voice tinged with concern. "We need to make sure he stays safe."

As the knights dispersed to carry out their tasks, Grayson remained by the boy's side, her gaze sweeping over the ruins with a mixture of sadness and determination. "We'll find out who did this," she assured him, her voice soft but resolute. "And we'll make sure they answer for their crimes."

But as the boy observed the devastation around him, memories of his own village being attacked flooded back with overwhelming force. The sorrow built up inside him until it became too much to bear. With a primal scream, he collapsed to the ground, his body wracked with sobs.

The knights rushed to his side, their expressions a mixture of concern and alarm. Grayson knelt beside him, her hands gently cradling his head as she tried to calm his trembling form. "It's alright," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "You're safe now. We're here for you."

Elias and Marcus exchanged a worried glance before Elias spoke, his voice filled with empathy. "We need to get him out of here," he declared, his tone urgent. "We can't risk him getting hurt."

With gentle hands, the knights lifted the boy from the ground and carried him away from the village, their hearts heavy with sorrow for the pain he had endured. As they made their way back to camp, they vowed to do whatever it took to protect him from further harm.

And as the boy drifted into unconsciousness, his mind filled with haunting images of the destruction he had witnessed, he knew that he would never forget the horrors of that fateful day.