The next day was the early morning that finally woke Leah from her fitful sleep. Her eyes opened and she was stunned into the vast morning sky above her. A few fluffy white clouds floated peacefully as the sun dazzled the night to make way for the day to come. For a moment or two, he thought everything was normal. He heard the crowing of a rooster somewhere nearby and the heavy clatter of horses' hooves. He stifled a yawn and snuggled closer to the object he slept next to. Suddenly curious, her eyes squinted at the solid object next to her. His mother, pale and still, rests peacefully where she had left her the night before. Her tattered clothes that did nothing to warm her from the cold were damp from the rain. Leah quickly stands up, surprised. His mother died. She took a heavy step back as painful memories of the previous night's raid filled her head. “Go…” Her mother's attention filled her memory. “Are you going? How could you do this to me? Why do you have to go away and leave me here when I need you most?!” Leah shouted to her mother, who had obviously died and gone into the world to answer. He held back a sob and looked away. He noticed some wildflowers growing generously between the cracks of a stone wall and quickly headed towards them. He returned to his mother and placed a beautiful bouquet of flowers on his hands clasped over his chest. Pushing a loose strand of auburn hair behind one ear, he kissed his mother lovingly on each eyelid before planting a long one on her forehead. “Be happy, wherever you are, mother,” he whispered. Without looking back, he walked away from where his mother lay and made his way into the heart of the village where he hoped to… middle of paper. ...go through this old problem, right?" complained the shorter man with thin blond hair. “Yes. Come on, stop mumbling like a woman, we don't have all day. We have to take all those corpses and burn them It makes me sick to see them. The two men walked away together and disappeared from sight. Her arms were barely strong enough to support her weight they can all be dead. Impossible...” he stammered, but as he remembered the conversation between the two men, he knew it had to be true. His memories were all too fast dead, their blood smeared the very ground they live on and their bodies would soon be reduced to ash. Their presence was no longer remembered. Leah was the only survivor of a mass massacre.