Part 2

War had been raging on for what felt like years. My grandfather and some other kingdoms had finally had it with each other, and now they were tearing at each other throats with their armies. My father had tried, he had tried so dam hard, to prevent all this. He didn't want the children of his family, my cousins and my brother and I, to grow up in war as he did. But here we were, war on our doorstep. I stared blankly at the scene in front of me. The cries of suffering and agony sounded about from beneath the castle on a hill I was in, the symphony of horror floating through the open window. How much longer was I to look at this? Why must I see this? Everything felt broken. My bones, my muscles, my ligaments, every fiber that held my physical form together was twisting and snapping apart after being stretched to its limits. I couldn't stand it, I didn't want to stand it, so I collapsed. Onto the floor I fell, the plush ornate rug that was imported from Gods-know-where gave no softening to it.