The thunder clouds roared violently through the dark clouds that clung in the night sky.
Lightning broke through the strong wind—hitting part of the hay-roofed huts in the small village. The screams and bawls of woman and children echoed under the woeful sky—accompanied by the thick smoke that clouded the atmosphere.
Panic broke through the villagers—running in all directions as fast as possible, away from the wide spreading fire that consumed the nearby forest.
The clashing sounds of swords and shields echoed in the thinned air; followed with the grunts of the armoured men in battle.
Athalia stood in the centre of the chaotic village, panting—watching the terrified crowd run in a random direction.
In the course of panic and terror, many children and young ones tripped in the run; hav
