The Village That Burnt

Burgh de Rott, Morning:

The village sat in a pile of rubble, with ash scattered across the ground. Bodies lied within the mounds of rubbles, all drained of blood and a distinctly pale colour. The village had been attacked two days ago by Vyrewatch, sent by Drakan himself. Burgh de Rott had been engulfed in flames, and many had been slain. In amongst the rubble there was movement, and a hand broke through the heaps of rock surrounding it.

"I'm alive!" Dirth exclaimed as he managed to pull himself up to his stomach out of the ruins. The shock of where he was and what had happened suddenly dawned on him, and then he frantically had gotten himself free from the pile and had gone in search of others. "Anyone there?" Dirth asked as he removed bricks and mounds of ash from the ruins, looking for anyone else. A face became visible, and the eyes flung open; the Wanderer was alive.

"I've been sitting in here for a whole day," the Wanderer said as Dirth helped him free. "There's no sign of Vampyres then?"

"Oh Saradomin! I had not thought of checking," Dirth said as he ran to the edge of the village and looked into the woods. Nothing. Dirth felt blood on him, and looked at his leg, it was badly injured with a huge gash that was bleeding.