The trumpets sound again in the distance. I feel the soldiers' presence receding to their posts. Is this the end? Have they finished unleashing thier wrath on us? The trumpets cease, and for a moment silence ensued, until drums take its place. They thump with a steady rhythm, fading with every pulse. And I sense the wall of the sun army breaking away. I had not noticed it before or maybe I had but it was vast that I couldn't tell that it was a mass of their lives.

I strain these new senses that I posses, but there nothing around me. I'm the only one who stand amid the flames. Everything else is reduced to dust and ash. Can I even identify who each corpse was? I don't wish to find out.

As I cross the entrance to the heart of the village, the sight makes me spew the bread I had eaten this morning. I had gotten the bread from here only hours ago but the world has has turned to chaos. Countless bodies lie on the ground. Decapitated and dismembered. Their blood has stained the ground and walls, dried by the fire. Men, women, childern. None were spared. Everything is still ablaze.

The fountain that used to be in the center, is almost destroyed. As I draw nearer to it while minding my steps, avoiding the dead, I see more people still engulfed in flames in the basin. They must have fled to the water that once gushed from the fountain to quench their burning flesh. I can't hold it back as I see their charred selves, my stomach churns but there is nothing left to expel.

My eyes are fixed on my feet. Beneath them, a broken mirror. I see myself and I am whole. Even the wounds on my hands have vanished. Nothing hurts. My body feels at its peak. My tears blur the mirror. What have I become? I'm encircled by the only people I knew. Encricled by their remains. Is it because of this cloak? With out I would have just been another victim here.

I collapse to the ground. My mind is foggy. I never shed so much tears but it keeps pouring. I am not okay. I lie there among the corpses but I don't care. Nothing matters.

My eyelids are heavy. If I drift off now, will I join them in their place. Where my father rests as well. I wish that I will. Maybe, I should close my eyes.