WARNING: Cussing, Strong Violence and other Triggering Content may occur.
Mercy ran down the narrow streets, moving her legs as fast as she could. Running from what? Well, she doesn't know. At least, not yet. The streetlamps began to flicker and a loud scream was heard from inside an alley. All she really knew at that moment was to run. Her town was being raided by these monsters on black horses.... they carried long black blades stained with blood and dark hoods covering their faces.
They raced recklessly through the town on their dark mounts, slashing at anyone who stood in their way. Some of them even carried torches, using them to set houses and stores alight in flames. People ran everywhere, screaming and yelling for their lost family and friends. But Mercy continued running... she had to. Until she saw a little girl, no older than seven, sitting in front of a burning building, crying.
Mercy slowed, then with hesitation, walked over to the girl, avoiding being seen by the raiding party.
"Whats the matter with you? You need to get out of the open." She told her.
"But- but i don't know where my mommy is." The little girl sobbed.
Although Mercy had lost her mother when she was fourteen, she still remembers the feeling of helplessness.
"Alright. Come on... Let's go try to find your mom." She sighed.
A raider was drawing closer to them, so they had to hurry... and Mercy knew it.
"Run." She whispered to the girl, who was oblivious to the approaching attacker.