Chapter 43. Someone Called Nemesis

POV of Someone Called NemesisThat day was engraved in my mind with a hot iron rod. I remembered it in my nightmares and even when I was awake. Every minute of my life. I was happily returning home with my kill. Mother had promised to get the game roasted for us before lunch. No sooner had I entered the village perimeter than the smell of death and horrifying wails greeted my excited self. I was still a child. I failed to understand what was all the sudden chaos. Our tiny, rugged but beautiful little village was nothing more than a huge pile of rubbles. Just a handful of dragons could still be spotted. Others were all scattered all over the place. Smashed. Cracked. Opened apart. The hunt fell from my hands when the reality of the situation slowly started to sink in. Even the walk to our home was stained with blood. " Mother..... Mother... MOTHER! "

I ran with my full endeavor. " MOTHER..... "

What mother! Our entire neighborhood was gone! I searched like a lunatic. Pickin