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Willeme awoke with a cold sweat across his entire body. The terrors he had seen, the blood that was upon the ground was foremost within his mind.
As a young Noble he was supposed to not be so scared of blood. He had been in his fair amount of brawls against both other noblemen and the peasants who frequented the village nearby. Many of those had come with the young princling drawing blood upon his fists. Such was almost always the case when the peasant kids were involved. They were so fragile that it was nearly impossible not to accidentally break a bone of theirs.
In that respect he had both fought and drawn blood upon his fellow kid. Someone who could closely be called a peer of his. But the field that he was witnessed to…
Their corpses were strung across the valley at all angles. Many of their bodies were burnt to a crisp as if a great fire had escaped from the hells of damnation to consume all the souls that were there. Yet the young man could not make sense of it as he saw barely a scorch of ash upon the ground around these corpses. Only the places where the men had been standing were burnt just like the corpses.
Few others were not so brutalized. The corpses of men that looked to have been flattened were the least of the noble’s concern as he looked upon the bodies and horses that appeared to have their stomachs torn upon by a brutal act of barbarity. A monster had sunk its teeth into them, that much he was sure.
Before the heir to the Barony could think any more he heard a wagon off in the distance. The fear that had wracked him just a few moments ago waning quickly as the childish curiosity started to settle on the youngling. After all, being on the third floor of the bastion the noble should not have so clearly heard a wagon.
Quickly he made his way out of the door, but not without grabbing a scabbard and sword whose size was closer to a dagger than a shortsword. It was not wise at night to be walking around, even within one’s own home.
The subtle white light of Mannslieb infiltrated the windows and illuminated the path. The Noble feeling his heart begin to rouse as the sound of a horse’s gallop hitting the ground was passing into his ears now.
Young Willeme’s Father had told him that he would be coming home in the morning, yet it was clearly so far into the night that Mannslieb took up the role of the sun. With caution in each step the noble flew down the first flight of stairs.
