Role

Chapter 2

Hunsodin could smell the smoke before he saw it. Black as
night it rose into the morning air. He knew something was
wrong, and so he ran.

Ran across the wood, into the small valley. He looked down
at a farm engulfed in flame. Every building burning with an
anger born of wild burning hatred. As he came closer, the
heat almost overwhelmed him. He could see bodies, more
than a few, littering the farm. All of them dressed in
black armor emblazoned with the Codex of the Empire.

Hunsodin came up on the house, weaving in and out between
the burning buildings. At its door, he found her father,
dead from many stabs. Curiously a sword Hunsodin had
never seen before gleamed in the dirt by his hand. It
had a Phoenix on its hilt. Hunsodin's head snapped up
then, as he heard a whimper come from inside the house.
Could it be? Could she still be alive? Without hesitation
he slammed his shoulder into the charred door and rushed into
the blaze.

He found her near the back of the home, her small body held
down by a beam from the ceiling of the home. Smoke burning at
his eyes. She was burned, terribly burned, but he had hope
that if he could just get her out, he could find help in
Darsylon. He grabbed the sill burning beam and heaved with
the strength that can only come from the deepest of Love.
Once free, he grabbed her up and stumbled out the front door.

She gave up the ghost then, as he laid her in the grass some
ways away from the burning structures. Tears fell from Hunsodin
freely then. Oddly, he didn't feel the pain in his hands
until the first tears hit them. Then his tears of sorrow
became screams of pain, and anguish.