Chapter Eighteen
Reinvention
She then had that reoccurring memory, the one about that fateful night during the third civil war where the Hackham army launched a blistering, unrelenting, brutal attack upon the south. Khanna’s village of Cartlu was their first port of call. With no military presence to protect them, the Hackham cut through the village in next to no time. No one was spared as Gregore’s troops razored Cartlu to the ground to send a message to the Mitsi. Every building and hut was looted and then burnt.
Khanna still frequently had the vivid nightmares where she saw the soldiers cutting down anyone in their path, men, women and children. An evil mindless attack that saw her, the only survivor of a thousand people which left her sad, thankful and incredibly guilty. She couldn’
