The night wind was like a knife, cutting through the silence in the northern wilderness. In the distance, the dark clouds were extremely low, as if they were about to crush the entire world. Selan knelt in front of the charred ruins, holding a broken sword blade tightly in her hand. Blood seeped out between her fingers and dripped into the ashes at her feet. She didn't cry or shout, she just stared at the place that was once her home - now only the ruins and charred corpses were left.
"Why?" Her voice was low and hoarse, like a wounded beast growling. She raised her head and looked through the thick smoke, landing on the brightly lit castle in the distance. Fort Custer, where lived her uncle, Ramon Vail, the man sworn to protect her and her family. And now, his hands were covered in the blood of her relatives.
