The Warlords Revenge
“It couldn’t be. Everything had happened so fast, maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. But there they were. Dead.
All of them.
Four bodies were spread out on the floor before her, surrounded by a flowing river of blood. She stared blankly at what remained of her family: her father, her step-mother, her two older brothers. Their eyes open and lifeless. Faces forever twisted in terror. Slaughtered.
She'd watched the gruesome scene unfold while hiding under the dining room table, unable to make herself look away. Powerless to stop it. She should've run when she'd had the chance like all the servants had, fleeing the impending bloodbath.
Jane looked up at the warlord towering over her, broad sword held firmly in his hand. The blood of her family dripped from its tip to a sticky, crimson puddle on the floor beside her. She would be the next to go. The last.
She never imagined death would come for her like this. Not so soon. Yet here it faced her, and her only thought was of her family.
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