"Oh Aldric! no!"
I yelled as I held his guts in my hands. Blood flowed from his nose as he was losing consciousness. I knew he didn't have much time left. His eyes were rolling up and he could barely make sounds, pointing to the street ahead, begging for me to run, to leave him and to go.
I rearly cried but today I couldn't stop my tears, all my life had been a living hell and this man gave some peace to it. I was just a lonely beggar who would have probably died on the streets of "MISTERIA" but he took me in and taught me bladesmithing. We forged swords, daggers, knives, and axes like the one he held today in his hand. Broken as it was now.
The war was over and we had lost, enemy soldiers had breached the city gates and had started plundering homes, shops, like ours, not even the holy Church of Gladia was forgiven. I could hear the screams of women being raped, cries of children being killed and men trying to defend their homes.
Fear had clouded my mind and I couldn't move. What was I supposed to do now, run but to where. The whole city was under attack, nowhere was safe.
"North"
That was the last word he spoke before the light vanished from his eyes. North! ¡Yes! Beyond the south gate lay the Gladias Sea, it had been taken by the invaders, the west and east still had soldiers fighting but to the north was the crimson valley and beyond that were the Blood mountain Range, home to the Yenis. It was another hell probably worse than this city but it was the only way out.
I took a deep breath, with blood stained hands, cleaned my tears, looked at my old man for one last time and then picked up the soldier's weapon who was laying dead to my left. It was a short sword, a little uncomfortable but it was better than the broken axe. At that moment I regretted not hiding a better sword for me and him when the soldiers forcefully took all our inventory to fight this last battle. Who could have predicted that it would end up like this.