Foresighted dream

MUST READ FIRST: This is the first chapter and is a type of prologue. Thank you.

Chapter 1: Last Living Witness

The cold breeze kissed his feet and chest, the misty rain turned the air moist and the disturbing stench woke him up. Slowly, Bersah's eyes peeled open and the dark clouds covered his vision.

The fourteen-year-old boy sat up slowly, scared of the sight that lay before him. His memory was clouded with the visions of explosions and purple jets of light passing through his mind. He tried to remember, he searched through his head to seek the answers that sum up what had happened, but with no avail. The only answer he found was that his people were fleeing for their lives; and nobody helped them. They were slaughtered and mutilated and the only remains were the mass of bodies strewn all over the Porfic Plains.

Bersah's eyes started to focus on the scorched land and the victims of battle; but it was not a battle, it was a massacre.

Bersah's breathing rate increased as he gazed upon the mangled body of his younger sister, Beren. His twins face was blown apart, her body torn in two. Tears overcame Bersah as he turned to look upon his whole families corpses lying next to him; he focused on his mother, her lightless eyes peering at his. He choked on his salty tears and he let out a lazy cough, which spurted blood onto his grey house robe.

Bersah's body trembled tremendously as he shifted his weight to get upright, before he planted a foot on the ground his limbs gave in and he fell once more, into the bloody mud next to his sisters face; well, half of it at most.

The rain grew heavier and the mud grew deeper, Bersah's rolled onto his back to keep the dirt from going into his mouth and eyes. Bersah squinted to try and keep the rain from covering his eyes and he started coughing when the rain ran down into his throat making his chest jolt vigorously. After the fit of coughing, Bersah's eye lids grew heavy and he drifted into a peaceful sleep.