• We stood there on that field, the sun setting off somewhere in the distance over the tree line, and stared out at a scene that will forever haunt us. The light glistened off of the red liquid that coated the grass. The mutilated remnants of our families and friends were piled high in the center of what used to be our village. Our small homes were cinders left by burned out fires. Burned corpses of what used to be our livestock and pets littered the ground as we walked through our home and tears poured out of ours eyes. We had only been gone for a week max to hunt before the onset of winter. How could this have happened in such a short time? Though that answer was not so easily found, the answer of who was. As we reached the far side of the village we found a flag. One that was very familiar to all of us, though never actually seen before. It was the flag of ancient enemies, calling for a war for us once again.