The Massacre

Part 1

A cold breeze blew through the barracks. Soon everyone would be asleep. But as of right now they were all trying to get as much sleep as they could. The next day would be the 5th anniversary of the Devil Slayers and all of them in the past had gone horribly. Some would always mess one little thing up which in turn caused everything to go downhill. So everyone was anxious about it. But whatever way it went, good or bad everyone always had a good time. But despite the DOing event, Barash was still awake. He sat outside staring off into the distance on the edge of a cliff with a bottle of something next to him. Not even he knew what it was. He had just found it in the cafeteria earlier that day. He brought the drink up to his lips not knowing what to expect. After a second his face shriveled back in disgust.

"How is it, Lieutenant?" A voice asked from behind Barash

"Horrible" Barash Responded, looking over his shoulder and chuckling, "I don't know why anybody would willingly drink this."

The voice walked forward and sat next to him showing himself to be Visar. One of Barash's many comrades within his unit.

"You should go and get some sleep," Visar said, motioning toward the drink, "It's a big day tomorrow. We all think this will be the first successful anniversary."

"Your right" Barash replied, "Let's finish this drink and I'll consider going to sleep"

"You got yourself a deal," Visar said going back for another drink, "Have you heard the rumors?"

"No I haven't" Barash replied, "What going on?"

"They're going to be another attack," Visar said with a serious look, "At the same place as before"

A few seconds later Barash reached down for the drink he looked inside of it. "Were out" He said, One eye closed still looking into the bottle, "I guess I should go to bed."

Barash stood up stretching his arms one last time before heading back inside. His room was colder than outside. The fireplace that had been lit when he left had already been reduced to a pile of ash and smaller twigs. He slid into his bed and threw his blanket over himself.

The sun rose across the horizon bringing a new day. Barash's alarm went off with a loud ring. It took him a few seconds to open his eyes and get out of bed. He put on his uniform half awake and walked out of his room into the barracks. Everyone had already gotten out and left. The door was wide open and a breeze blew in. Barash stepped outside into the blinding sun to see tables set up and streamers thrown around. Everyone was standing around talking and having a drink. As he stood there another one of his comrades ran up to him.

"Lieutenant your awake" Sindat said with a wide grin on his face, "We've all been waiting for you"

"The party seems to be going well," Barash said, putting his hands on his hips, "Why aren't you down there with everyone else?"

"We all have a surprise for you" Sindat replied, starting to drag Barash, "Hey everyone! The Lieutenant is awake!"

Everyone's eyes moved to Barash as he got dragged off by Sindat. Everyone else followed Sindat towards the back of the barracks.

Once everyone was there they lined up with Sindat at the front standing with Barashes gift in hand. Barash walked down the aisle towards Sindat. Within Sindats hands was a great sword 7 feet long and 6 inches wide.

Barash took the sword out of his hands and twirled it around. He turned around and looked at everyone. "Thank you all very much for the gift," Barash said, "I will keep it on me and it will win us many battles."

"Now let's get back to partying!" Sindat shouted. As he said that everyone raced back down to the main yard where everything was set up. Barash stayed behind admiring that blade he had just been given. On the hilt of the blade read the word "Destroy."Barash looked up to see a red sky and smoke coming from the barracks. He charged towards the barracks, the smell of blood grew thicker and thicker the closer he got. Right as he was about to enter he tripped on his own feet and slammed straight into the hard wooden floor.