The sound of roaring flames and stampeding feet flood the air as screams of terror and agony ring out. Deep grunts of beastial beings can be heard around me as I sneak into the sewers with my brother. I hear a woman cry out for help, but it's useless, the smashing of bone and skull is heard and her screaming is silent. I hope my parents are okay. I couldn’t save anything from the smithy so uncle Cardge might be angry with that, though I guess there’s the excuse that the village was attacked.

My older brother is a crybaby, but this time I can't blame him. Everything we know is going up in flames, literally. The sewer stinks, but it's better than being up there. Air is probably healthier too, maybe. I had to tear up my favorite jacket to bandage my brother's arm, it seems a chunk of his bicep was taken out by a blade, luckily the adrenaline wont let him pass out from the pain.

Running in this sewer is shitty, but we gotta make it to the end where it pours out. I heard an old hermit lives over by the exit and he’s our only hope at help. Hopefully they didn’t get him too, or he gets us if he’s bad. This whole situation is bad, i can barely carry my brother, but i have to be strong for him.

If only there was something I could have done to stop the attackers, it wouldn’t feel like it's my fault. I don’t know why I feel like it's my fault, but it does. Probably because I was helpless to do anything. I'm too weak, my healing magic is too weak. I have to be stronger for my fathers and mother, my brother especially.

The sound of the chaos slowly dies down as we get further away from the chaos through the servers. The running water is still loud, though I wish it was silent. My brother feels heavier, I've been walking for a while, though I need to hurry. I can’t run but I need to. He’s barely conscious and probably needs better medical help. If I had my herbs I could help some with the pain.

I don’t know why, but I somehow got through this whole thing unscathed. I see something at the end of this damned tunnel. I feel like I've been here for days. Maybe I have. My brother feels light, he’s asleep though. I'm hungry as hell, I need something to eat. I feel cool air blow on my face. This place is about five leagues away from home, we should be safe for now.

My face lights up as I see the sun barely breaking the horizon at the edge of the sewers. I exit out the side of the sewer and take a look at my surroundings. I have to go up a hill to see, but in the distance in the direction we came from was a huge cloud of smoke. For some reason I don't feel sadness for it, I thought if I saw the carnage again I would cry and bawl my head out, but I'm not. I feel accomplished somehow, stronger maybe?