Aiedale turned and looked at his mother. She yelled at him to run, But he didn't acknowledge it. He didn't move. She cried, desperate to save her child. She pushed him out the back door, and yelled to run again. He looked around. His mother went back inside again.
Fire. Aiedale looked around into the main road of his village, and only saw fire. Only saw suffering. There were bodies scattered about, and several people squatting in the square, several soldiers standing around them, The remaining soldiers running around, busting in doors.
He heard a scream as his mother was dragged from their house and forced to her knees in the square. He watched as banner was hoisted in the air. As it was being raised several men raised their crossbows and pointed them at the group of people in the square.
With a sickening 'Thunk' sound, all the crossbows fired as one, and with a 'thump' all the bodies hit the ground.
Aiedale awoke and leaped from his bed and grabbed his sword and scabbard off his desk.
"It was a dream..." he sighed. He set his scabbard down on his bed and looked back at his bed and stared at the banner over the bed. The same banner as the one he saw in his dream. The same banner flying over his burning village. The same banner flying over the bodies of everyone he loved.