Prelude
The night is heavy with silence, the only noise being a lone breeze freely venturing the land. Down the road it speeds, around the trees it curls, carrying on it the smell of flowers from a garden it passed. But soon, it carries not the sweet aroma of flowers, but the foul stench of charred buildings.
The wind carelessly billows past the ravaged town, but let us stop here and leave the wind to it's business. All around, nothing is left but ashes and charred wood. The stench of smoke is overwhelming, and a few weak fires are still burning. Rising from the destroyed and barren land are spears, everywhere, with bodies upon them. Young bodies, old bodies, male bodies, female bodies. The massacre surrounding this town is horrible.
Somewhere in the wreckage there is a creak, and a small man, chuckling with insanity hops out of a destroyed building. "Your will has been done here master…" he cackles with a horrid smile on his face. "The town has been destroyed, not a one remains!"
"Yes, and I have what I need from this place. I shall depart now." Says a dark voice, from all around the small man.
"Yes, yes, we shall leave now master." The small man chirps happily. "Where do we go now?"
The dark voice only laughs. But I think that's not what I should call it. His 'laugh' was more like the wailing of a thousand dying men, and he said to the man, "Ah, but Kirn, you shall not be going anywhere!" And his laughter intensified to the point that the ground shook.
"But, but master!" Was all he could say, before a large bolt of fire fell from the sky, and a hideous shriek pierced the night air.
The land was once more silent.