The Kingdom of Critz'al

Running.
My feet crashing through the dried leaves and twigs that snag and tear at my skirts. Running harder and faster than I knew I could, eyes bruning with fresh hot tears that threaten to fall.
They're all gone
I push myself to run harder, the grizzly image of my family and friends being slaughtered in front of me replaying in my mind. Their screams silenced, but their eyes still full of fear and mouths still open, as if still screaming in death.