Seven Swords

The ashes burned my eyes. The heat from the flames burned my face. As my mother helped me out of the house, I remembered my father and sister's cold, lifeless bodies on the kitchen floor; the arrow that had pierced their hearts would be in my nightmares forever. As my mother held me close to her chest, I could feel her arms embracing me tightly, almost so tight I could barely breathe. I was soon to forget about that as I heard her heart pounding inside her chest. I could hear her breathing ...