The shouts and screams from outside the hut shook both the boys, yet the mother still stood in front of them both. Her feet were rooted to the ground, her stance was perfect. She held the axe in her right hand behind her and a shield in the other. The boys were holding each other listening to the screams just outside the hut's door.
A familiar voice shouted. "Run, just run!" Bursting though the door came there father. Blood covering him. The mothers stance became more ridged then softened as she saw who it was. "Get out now, you need to go run." As he spoke a second time he collapsed on the floor in front of them all face first. An axe was planted square in the middle of his back.
As he hit the floor the mother screamed. "Run." Then she herself ran out the door. Both the boys sat, just looking at there father on the floor before them.
"Father. Lets go. We need to go." The smaller of the two boys, on all fours crawled towards the corpse. "Come on." He placed his hand on the fathers shoulder and started to rock him slightly. The older boy stood up, silent and composed. He walked over to his little brother, picked him up and turned to leave the hut. Grabbing a sword from the rack he went to the sleeping area and started attacking the wall.
They made a hole in the wall and he stuffed his little brother through the hole and then followed afterwards. He picked up his brother and both of them started to run away from the flames. They weaved between the bodies and the burning huts. The shouting and screams of the village, clashing of sword and shield ecoed within there heads.
"Just a bit more." He whispered in the little ones ear as they stopped and kneed down. "We can make it."
"But father, mother. We need to go to them." The younger boy started to cry, sobbing these words in broken breaths.
"They are gone, we need to go now." He looked at his brother right in the eyes, yet his didnt show any confidance at all.
"We need to go and get them." He was trying to hold in the tears with no preveil. "We. Need. To. Go." He shouted. Yet as he did a raider running past, stopped dead and creeped towards the two boys. They relized and dropped silent and just staired.
"Run." He tryed to shout but couldnt manage more then a whisper. The raider, stood towering above them. Swiftly he moved his sword striking both the boys, knocking both of them out clean cold.
The raider dragged both the small bags of meat over to a small group of others from the village. They seemed to be the only survivers. All of them were roped together and dragged off.
