To Arms! 4D

Well, you will need your arm to be properly patched before you can do anything. If you move around with an improperly treated wound you will most likely bleed to death. You lie back down, devising a plan as to how to save your mom. If she was taken. You know how good she is with magic. You doubt that she was caught off guard by the enemies. After all, she can usually see things that are miles away.

Yet, the ominous feeling is still bothering you, telling you that something very bad has happened to your mother. While you are in deep thought, you realize that your sister is back from healing the man. She looks a bit tired since she had to use up a lot of energy in the magical process. She starts patching up your arms and flinches when you moan. 

After finishing up neatly, she looks at your eyes gently and quietly sighs in relief. 

"Done." 

You smile back to your sister. She seems even more tired. She says that she will take a quick rest and come back. You nod to her and she moves to the next person. Lifting your body, you go out to find your mother. Your arm cries in pain, but you ignore it. You grab your crossbow that you never actually used and walk out of the tent. 

Just then, you hear the roar of enemies. The loud beating of drums rings in your ears. Your eyes widen and your heart beats fast. Screams of anguish and the sound of splashing blood pierce through you and turn to horror. Where is your sister? Mom? Dad? You hear your sister calling your name in fear and pain. Were they taking her away? You had to find her. A crowd of frightened people is blocking your view, running around to save themselves. You shove and push, like this crowd did, but with a different purpose. To save your only sister.

You press forward, but feel as if you are fighting against a strong wave. It is extremely difficult to make any progress. As you gradually advance through the crowd, you see a glimpse of your mother's face. She looks pale, much too pale. It is almost as if she is dead. You can't believe your eyes. She can't be dead. You pray it was only an illusion.

From far away, you hear your father's voice. He is screaming, yelling your mother's name. You make your way towards him, following the 'illusion' of your mother that you hoped you saw. The face appears again. Your father growls like a mad beast and grabs his sword and starts striking the enemy. You follow him, half mad with sadness and rage, half frightened to death of the face of your dead mother. 

The next moment, you see your father dropping his sword and falling slowly to the bloody ground.  His blood blends into the earth.

Your mind is blank. All you can think of is the flesh, the death. You pick up the sword that your dad has left, and pierce it through an enemy's throat, taking his soul away. A piercing pain from your side numbs your head. You can't breathe. You feel your life leaking out from you, and with the next pain in your throat, everything turns black, blocking the sight of death. 

The End.

-Kris