The place which was quiet for sometimes back is now full with chaos. The clear ground, where the snow is seated like a fresh piece of silk bedding, is now red with blood of the people who are fighting for good and evil. The noises of clustering metals and crying of the warriors over the dead is lingering in the whole battlefield.
There are few who are fighting for protecting their beloved ones and few are fighting for protecting their kingdom, but there is one who is fighting for his pleasure. The Pleasure of burning a peaceful island into ashes and blaze.
I stand near the decapitated body of my foster mother. I look at her and think what that was for? If she had been a good mother or even a good person, she wouldn’t have to be executed in an annihilated way.
I avert my gaze away from
