blood... blood everywhere, it overwhelmed my senses, the smell the horrible smell so bad i can almost taste it and the squishing sound emanating from the bodies as the last dregs of life slip away and the final drops of blood pour out, everywhere i look all i can see is red the horrible shade of red signifying death, the colour you only see when something tragic has happened. i sat there, in that pool of blood, transfixed at the sight before me, bodies, not just any bodies but the bodies of my parents, the last remaining family i have slipping from life in front of me, i felt my calm facade slipping as tears silently fell down my cheeks, i was lost to the world at this moment, not caring what happened next just wishing, hoping, that they came back to me, that they wouldn't leave me.. so lost was i that i almost missed the searing pain flashing across my face but when half the world before me dissapeared i awakened slightly, feeling a liquid running down my face that i was no longer sure was tears i reached up and felt my face the stinging increasing to a burning that got to the point where my remaining vision was fading but i had felt enough, a jagged tear down my left cheek and a fleshy blood soaked hole, this was enough to tell me, my eye, my eye had been gouged out by the unknown assailants jagged weapon, i screamed, a low gutteral scream reminiscent of a dying animal, as a sense of realization passed over me, he was still here, my parents murderer was in this room with me, just calmly watching as i wallowed in my despair, he needs to die, my parents must be avenged, i stood shakily trying to keep my breathing steady i turned and there he was, i was taken aback by the calmness in which he stood there, almost like he didnt have a care in the world, its not natural its not how someone who just committed an atrocity such as this should act, this threw me and i felt my resolve start to crumble but no! i need to do this, i must stop him, i start to stagger slowly towards him, he seems amused by my futile attempts but i soldier on, grabbing my sword from its sheath, the unique black steel blade shimmering in the light reflecting the pools of blood surrounding us, i muster my strength and increase my pace to almost a jog raising the sword above my head and as i near i bring it down with all my strength aiming to bisect the bastard who caused me this pain, but my heart shatters and my dying hope is extinguished as he neatly sidesteps my swipe with minimal effort and raises his own blade, never have i feared for my own life more than this moment and as he brings the blade down he twists the blade surprising me and slams the flat of the blade into the side of my head, my vision going black the last image engraved in my mind of the black robes fluttering in the breeze and a slight sneer visible beneath his hood, my enemy, my target.