A young child ran across the grasslands of his old homeland. A larger male figure watched the boy frolic and play around with the wildlife surrounding the small house. The child laughed happily before it happened. The once calm and enjoyable day turned into a horrid nightmare for the young boy and nothing would be the same after the event. The scent of blood grew strong while the boy ran from the burning house having heard the yells of his mother and the defensive remarks by his father.
"Dad. DAD!" cried the boy as he ran closing his eyes tightly.
The kid was scared half to death and leapt into the tree limb above his form as he heard running footsteps moving down the pathway he had taken. His heart rate had been significantly increased, as he remained silent watching the men run by him from below. A thought crossed his mind suddenly, and he swiftly jumped down moving back to his home to stand in horror. To his surprise his parents were no more. Blood covered every single blade of grass in a circle of three yards round the two corpses. The young child approached the two cold forms only to collapse to his knees crying out to the sky above as the thunderous clash of thunder rung throughout the valley.
"No!" he yelled at the top of his voice.
The tears the child had shed soon began to blend in with the droplets of rain water that hit his face from the heavens. It was as if the sky was mourning the loss of the two beings that lay dead upon the mud soaked ground. The lightning lit up the evening sky after the boy had crawled beneath the branches of an old sycamore tree to shield himself from the cold rain. That evening the boy had vowed to find the men responsible for the slaughtering of his parents.