prolog
The tales that your parents used to tell you, where about magical heroes and saving someone. Brave princes slaying a monsters to save his princes and a journey where you learn. Those stories are just dreams bringing you hope that will be crashed on the hard truth "dead". In those stories the hero never die and in the ending nobody cries. I will tell you now a story that will tell you about live and this time the truth. It is a story with dead blood and tear and it will be a story about love.
chapter 6
The streets where filled with blood corpses of man woman and child. Every one that was not fast enough to get out of town. On my face sticks blood I do not know if it is of my of someone else. I hear people marching through the streets. I go stand in the shadow. I see them walking by. No emotions on their face there are just staring to the man in front of them. Not caring about the live they ruined. When I cannot see them any more I get out of the shade. Screams in my head, a girl on the side of the walk staring at him controlling is mind. She was thin you could see bones trough the wounds that she had al over her body. She was not warring any clothes only a tiara on her head. The screams in my head made my throwing up but it was not vomit that came but blood. The girl screamed and ran to me. I was scared and turned around and ran away. The girl kept following me. I tripped over a corpse I fell. The girl came to me reached her hand out but before she could touch me she became burned away leaving not more then some dust and smoke. The smoke did not raise it came to my, closer and closer. I walked slowly back. The smoke came really close. When it was really close a scream came out of it. It filled my head making it hurt. I became louder and louder till I passed out.