TW: death, mass murder, family murders, suicide

Clinks of metal hitting against one another echoed through the mountains as slain bodies fall to the snow-covered ground. Hundreds of warriors lay lifeless as more and more of the people we were fighting grew smaller. Power was being stripped away and it would be obvious that the land was soon to be controlled by another.

Even with men and women dying each second they still fought. There was too much to lose to not give all the fight one could give. Mothers, daughters, brothers, and sisters were killed in front of families showing no mercy. Others taking their own lives to not be without family.

It was all because of the deep roots of hatred they felt for one another. The peace that was once made no longer meant anything. The peace that was meant to last a lifetime over in just seconds because of a mistake, a large mistake. A mistake that is costing hundreds of lives.

Yells from across the way could be heard over the battle cries and sobs from mothers finding their slain husband or son shake nature's core. Hatred taking place over any speck of morals that were left. The land is what was wanted and so it would be taken. Land to expand the army and control more people. Power was the driving force. Power and hatred.

With each section being conquered a bell could be heard ringing in the distance. Each ring caused both sides to fight harder. One side fighting better than the other. It seemed as if little by little those who called this home would all be gone and there would be new voices calling this home.

Paths that were once green in the summer and white in the winter were now stained red as a reminder of how this land was taken. How the land was once filled with joy, but now only haunted souls remain.

As the ground becomes like an ocean of blood a louder sound could be heard echoing. A bell that was louder than the others. A bell with such significance. A bell that signaled the end of an era. They thought they killed them all. That they had total control over the land. They thought all was dead, but they didn't think of me. The homeless warrior they took in thinking that they gained another fighter.

They thought they killed all my people. What they didn't think of though...was me. I would avenge what they took. I and my unborn child will show them what loss feels like and what the loss of control is. I just need time to avenge the last ring.