Isaac couldn’t remember all the details of the day, the day the Harrowers came and attacked his village. A sneak attack so well planned that no one could have anticipated it. Late in the night of the fateful day, the troops attacked. It was a carnage, a veritable abattoir with appendages and torsos strewn about. The mangled bodies of the most defenseless lay discarded in the burning sun like refuse. Isaac hid while listening to the horror of slaughter. He could do nothing to protect his loved ones then. Now all he could do is weep for them and ask whomever sat in the sky looking down to absolve him of his sins. The Harrowers thought they destroyed everyone in the village, but they left a survivor who would spend his remaining days seeking revenge.