The Village was in ruins. There was nothing left but ashes and our temples scorched with fire. You could feel the heat from a distance. The fire made the woods appear brighter than the sun. The heap of rubble was scattered across its grounds and the dark moon was reflecting from the water overhead. My mother, Izel lying with someone in her arms crying trying to get any ones attention nearby. I will never forget that day. That day will haunt me like the plague.