Crimson Inferno

I was chosen.
At least that's what my mother would tell me. Whenever giving up seemed like the only option, she supported me.
Even as they pried me away from her rotting corpse.
It was late in the night when the court soldiers raided our town, searching for the newly spreading plague. She was so cold, shivering, and shrieking. Her veins turned to tar, skin peeling off and oozing a foul odor.
My sobs fell to deaf ears, when suddenly a man in silver towers over her, sheathing his sword. The sword falls, crimson permeatrating the ground.
The world slows and my heart drops.
One of the soldiers threw me into the back of one of the smaller caravans. I banged against the window and watched as they heaved my mother into the pile of rotting corpses'. My heart pounds loudly in my already throbbing head.
A pair of bright green eyes watch me.
Images of my mother still appear in my mind, but they are easily pushed away. My back slides against the soft cushions and I quickly fall asleep.