To Tamper With War

Swords and Daggers

The blood. The screams. The clanging of swords. All I've ever known burning before my eyes. It's all to much. When will it stop? When will the kingdoms finally achieve peace? Hiding in the cellar, Airen pondered on the fate of his small family, and what was to happen next. He had one older brother, of which was named Ciroc, and a father, but his mother passed when he was born. Their father was upstairs, guarding the cellar the best he could in case any trouble came about. "Brother," Airen asked, "do you think we will make it out of this war alive?" Ciroc was just as equally scared as Airen. With that in mind he replied, "There's no good way to tell if we will or not Airen. All we can do is pray." Flustered by the statement, Airen exclaimed, "Pray! All we can do is pray! Like the gods can save us in this slaughter! Why did I even question it? We're all going to die, just like all the others in the village!" Ciroc then stood up, and sat where Airen was and looked him in the eyes with a promise that he would keep, even if it took him to his grave. "Airen, I know times are grave right now, and I know it's frightening, but I have a promise to make you. No matter what, no matter the cost, I can and I will get you out of this war alive. Even if it means my demise." At this moment, a loud crack was heard as the door upstairs was broken. "Airen! Ciroc! Get out from the other door and run! Take the sword and dagger hidden in the--" Before Airens father could finish, a loud, pained scream erupted from above. It was then that Airen knew, his father had been killed.