That day was engraved in my mind with a hot iron rod.

I remembered it in my nightmares and even when I was awake. Every minute of my life.

I was happily returning home with my kill.

Mother had promised to get the game roasted for us before lunch.

No sooner had I entered the village perimeter than the smell of death and horrifying wails greeted my excited self. I was still a child. I failed to understand what was all the sudden chaos.

Our tiny, rugged but beautiful little village was nothing more than a huge pile of rubbles.

Just a handful of dragons could still be spotted.

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