LOTR is not mine, it belongs to Tolkien.
Burning. Everything was burning. The smell of fiery hay filled the air and the screams of woman, the cries of children, and the grating of swords against one another punctured the night. Nasya tried to block it all out as she pulled her sword from the body of yet another Babylonian officer. She had lost track of her father sometime after the enemy had breeched the walls of Jerusalem and now she was desperately trying to find him. She weaved her way between the burning buildings, dodging falling debris and dead bodies. Finally she reached the road leading up to the temple. Her father, devout man that he was, would try to protect the house of Yahweh. She came to a screeching halt upon entering the outer court. Israelites lay dead everywhere. Knowing she would not have to go past this place, the young woman searched for her father's body. Nasya knew the horror that battle would bring, but nothing in the world could have prepared her for seeing her father's broken body.
The Israelite girl knelt down and began a prayer for this man that had been her sole parent through the years. However, the sounds of approaching feet cut her petition short. She searched the body, found what she was looking for, and stood to face her opponents.
Four Babylonian guards came charging towards her. She meet ever thrust with a block and every with every swing her sword tasted blood. But four grown men against one woman, even one of her skill and bloodline, was no fair fight. While blocking one solider, another sliced her side. Nasya fell to the ground, feigning death. The men stood over her arguing. The sound of a horn pierced resounded over the other sounds of battle. More footsteps echoed through the courtyard heading towards the gate. Her heart fell as she realized what the horn meant. Jerusalem was lost. Blood continued to pour out of her side, as the horn began to fade and the barbaric cheers of the conquers took over. The sun began to raise, the beautiful red and gold tainted by the grey smoke. Her heart continued to break as the sounds of men pillaging the temple met her ears. She wished for death, and it came. The sun reached its midpoint and Nasya bat-Eliam knew nothing.