[Damien's POV]
"Run! He's coming!"
Pants and wails were the noises I heard. I was staring at the person who held me.
A teen just as I was, we were running side by side but my mind only blurred as the sight of watching my parents being beheaded crossed my mind.
My mother, her hand stretches to me, to grab and before I could reach her, a figure appeared, his fierce eyes and a tattoo at his neck that glistened.
He was tall, slightly older than me or the same age, given the look of his face.
He was holding a sword, one that drips the blood of the lives he had slay.
He was too young to murder, too young to hold a weapon...and I see myself running, just as father instructed with my older brother, urea, who still holds my eyes.
He had tears in his eyes but then, not a drop of tear fell from mine.
The only thing on repeat in my mind is watching my father fall at my feet.
Now... we're at a cliff, below is a lake and the distance is inescapable.
