• Fire, fire everywhere. The entire village was swallowed by a conflagration, lit up by enemy troops, shone brightly in the night sky. With each house burned, one family was slaughtered. Our militia were all put down like swines on a farm, no match for the professional elite soldiers and cavalry of the Apollyon army. Nothing could stop them on their rampage. As I saw my friends and family attempt to flee, they were quickly corralled back into the town center by the cavalry. I heard the bells on top of the church steeple ring across the night sky until it was shattered by a cannon. The priest was dragged out of the church, pushed onto his knees, and executed in front of the citizens of my town.

    When everyone was gathered into the town center, in the middle of this inferno, a man riding a horse approached us. He wore a uniform outlined with gold and decorated with many medals upon his breast. I noticed one of his medals, and realized who he was. This man was General Du'Mort, known for his barbaric actions towards his enemies and love for hunting the weak and powerless. His eyes were of a hawk's, piercing through each and every one of our souls, ready to hunt. He read each of us as if we were nothing, but an open book, giving us all a chill down our spines. He continued to trot around the group of civilians until one caught his eyes. He halted, got off his horse, and walked towards one of the women. She was young, beautiful, and she was well-known for her generosity. He knelt down, leaned in towards the woman, and inspected her face. He grasped her face and tilted it left and right, observing each and every detail. General Du'Mort opened her mouth and widened her eyes, inspecting her features. He began to flick the woman's face and pinch her cheeks. The woman's eyes began to water and I saw the others cry of pity and fear. Smiling he got up and whispered something into his soldier's ear. Several men of the Apollyon infantry took her by the arm and dragged her out of the group of civilians and into a rickety carriage jail.

    We heard a cry from the group of men; one man charged General Du'Mort. With the general's quick reflexes, he speared his sword through the man's navel and drove it up to his neck. The general drew back his sword, allowing the corpse to collapse upon the floor. The blood began to ooze out of the body and stained the cobblestone red, flowing towards the general.

    General Du'Mort gazed upon his sword and pointed it towards a little girl no older than ten. He gave her a little grin and wiped his bloody sword upon her face, smearing her pale cheeks with the red. As he painted her face into a rosy color, the general burst out into a fit of laughter. He howled through the night, enjoying the torture and pain he inflicted upon my villagers, my family, and my friends. After he had his fun with the rest of the villagers, his emotions fell into a dull grayness. He no longer found us entertaining and I knew he would search for a new village to play with. General Du'Mort got upon his horse and with three other cavalrymen went out of the circle of flames in search of other villages of my nation to destroy. Following them, a carriage jail with the woman rumbled away from the crying masses and was never seen again. The remaining army wielded their swords and the forest of metal all fell towards us. Each one of the villagers, cut down, and flooded the town center with their tortured blood. As i gazed past the fires that surrounded my village, I saw General Du'Mort look back as the red, morning sun rose. A bright gleam shone in his sadistic eyes and that was the last time I saw D-.......