Time slows as screams echo through shattered halls, over countless bodies...young, and old no ones immune to the slaughter. No where was safe the youngest kids sheltered by young snakes down in the dungeon who kept guard and put up countless silencing spells but to no avail would the death screams lay silent as they protect all young house students from the horrors awaiting outside.
One boy known well to the snakes was battling his fears and demons while shattering all lessons of blood purity he worshiped as a child...he lays bloody and bruised. Tear stains ran down his face. As he wept for the dead, and those fighting the monsters he knew so well. He stumbled across what used to be the main courtyard all he could see was bodies from both sides death still near and lingering over those who suffer has yet to end the ones with shallow breaths and deep cuts. The boy saw a familiar head of hair. He ran to the dear friend who's shallow breathing was almost to an end...he held his fellow friends hand as he took his final breath. The boy crawled away fingers digging into bloody dirt and rubble as he neared a collapsed wall...he started to cry.
Because this man was still just a boy who had no choice.
He looked at his freshly cut hands to see a shattered heart of glass.
If you were to look you'd see nothing but the boy saw more than he ever wished he'd seen.
He saw guilt and pain.
Sorrow and death.
He knew that this was his fate ...as he stared at the shattered heart.
He wept not just for his friends but for his enemies. And as he looked down he saw his tear stained heart.
It was his tear stained glass.
Which was his till his final breath.