My legs gave up at that moment when it dawned on me.

It was not a dream.

It was real.

But what happened

Where is everybody.

Why can't I remember all of it?

Why?

"Stand up, run away" the voices whispered to me.

Steeling myself I tried to relax.

Even out my breathing.

They must have been outside looking for me.

Yep

That should be it.

They should be in the village.

The village. Right there where lights in the village.

They might be looking for me.

They should be there.

Turning around I ran outside and headed as fast as I can into the village.

"Stop, run away, Dont go, not safe"

The voices where relentless.

Must not listen.

Ignore the pain.

Ignore the burning feeling in my legs and when ever I breathe.

Mom and my brothers are waiting.

I need to hurry. They must be worried.

Getting closer to the town.

Ther was no bonfire.

The lights was not from the torches.

It came from the houses.

The houses are on flames.

Only the sound of wood crackling in the fire could be heard.

Getting nearer to the village.

I heard whispers.

This time not from the ones in my head.

I saw something run around the corner towards the village center.

Hurriedly I tried to follow it.

Pushing myself to run faster.

As I round the corner.

What I saw chilled me to the bone.

Corpses litter the ground. All had their limbs thorn or bitten off.

Most of them where the warriors of the town.

Some where the magicians. The golems stood stiffly around the town center. Some had crumbled down.

Some of the villagers where in cages.

The preist and healers where hung up on stakes and where bieng burned alive.

There where armors pilled up inside a burning house.

That's when I noticed that one of the armors where still moving.

It was trying to breaking something.

Something that was stopping it from going out.

It seemed to notice me and doubled its efforts.

It dawned on me what that means.

Those are not armors.

Those where the knights.

Vivid images of the smiling and happy knights I have helped flashed by my mind.

Alongside the my vivid imagination on what had happened.

Thier pain and anguish.

Being burned alive. Slowly cooked from within the metal coffins they call armor.

I felt sick. Uncomfortable. I didn't even notice I had already bowed down and had vomited.

The sour acidic taste brought me back to the present.

Looking back up I saw something in the chaos.

A silhouette was moving in the center of the town.

Someone hooded and had a long staff.

Moving closer in hope that it was one of the surviving wizards.

That's when I noticed

In the middle of all this chaos was Demon Joe smilling wickedly at me.