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As I came back to the world of living, I noticed two things.

A. I was in the tree that i usually sleep in.
B. I could hear screams in the distance.

At first i thought my mind was supplying some sort strange dream but the screams were persistent and refused to go away. I groaned and opened my eyes. It took some time for me to shake away the drowsiness and to register what really was going on, then all of a sudden yesterday's events started to come back to me.

Me bumping into someone, my golden hair, running away and being chased by that man. I cursed. Of course only my luck could be this bad.

I jumped down the tree and quickly made my way to the town keeping sure to remain in the shadows. Upon entering it all I could see was chaos. It was every where. Thieves were chasing and killing the men while the woman were either being raped or were dragged by their hair only to be dumped in an old wagon.

Sensing someone behind me I dropped to the ground and swung my leg to make the one behind me fall. Caught of guard because he wasn't expecting it, he fell. Jumping on him I punched his jaw and nose, feeling satisfied with the sound of bones breaking under my hand.

Not wasting a moment I knocked him unconscious, grabbed his smaller knives and sword and ran into the middle of the chaos. Throwing a knife here and there to help the men a little and dodging various attacks aimed at me, I ran forward doing as much damage I could because these were the people who helped me getting used to this life.

Passing the familiar faces pain gripped my heart. Many of them dead and others barely clinging to life. Seeing a dead body of a three month old child a tear slipped down my face. These monsters didn't even spare children.

Reaching the middle of the town, I saw more chaos. Not hesitating for a second I drove my sword through the back of a man who was brutally raping a child of twelve year old. Not even a girl and she already lost her innocence. I went on taking down as much of these monsters I could.

I was bathed in their blood. "Filth" my mind called it and I agreed. I was getting tired and my movements were becoming sloppy. Still I pushed forward not stopping knowing that the consequence of stopping were not going to be good.

Someone screamed a high pitch scream, another gave a battle like cry, something hit my head hard and then I knew no more.

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